Centuries at his side, Death of my master, death of my brother, Holder of the key, Keeper of the relics, His final words exalting me
“We will fight and win, or fight and die”, This grim reality we face, All that ever changes is the shade of the sky, And the colour of the blood on our blades
Gathered, bearing witness to my rise, Silent doubt echoes through the chamber
“Let that be the last blow you receive unanswered” Blood seeps onto my tongue and I suppress my rage Returning to my feet, christened as the Reclusiarch Holder of the key, keeper of the relics Wearer of the black, born to slay
Centuries in his hands, Passed from my master, now in my grasp, This burning hammer singing with the echoes of a bygone age,
“We will fight and win, or fight and die”, This grim reality we face, All that ever changes is the shade of the sky, And the colour of the blood on our blades
No pity, no remorse, no fear “We are judged in life by the evil we destroy"
To the darkness I bring fire, To the ignorant I bring faith, Those who welcome these gifts may live, but I will visit naught but death and eternal damnation on those that refuse them Death from above like a burning hammerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
