My battle cry piercing the ears of gods, Sword soaked in blood on this frigid winter's night. My minions they obey my every twisted will, On this conquest fueled by hatred for this mortal world.
A fate most foul awaits those who stand and fight. Through human sacrifice we've gained unholy might. The dead reanimated do join my legions now, Forever bound to my immortal demon soul.
In droves their warriors are cut down by my evil horde. By swords and spears alike, they have been cut and gored. Through feasting on their flesh my followers gain their power. Blood-soaked I crack a smile, in this: the meek ones' final hour.
Legendary pain we bring in our vicious wake, Causing e'en the strongest kings, with abject fear, to quake. E're my onslaught comes to close, I claim my final prize, Another kingdom's cherished queen, for my own sinful joy, Reduced to but a whore.
The fallen's shattered skulls adorn this usurpéd throne. Their streets now sleep beneath a layer of ash and bone. I know with this my Dark Lord shall be pleased. Pure chaos reigns this night, the horizon bathed in flame. Their castle lays in ruins, now but a smoldering… A masterpiece of death I paint.
Pure chaos reigns on this darkened night. The horizon bathed in flame – with this my dark lord shall be pleased. A masterpiece of death I paint. Their castle in ruins, now but a smoldering grave.
A pyre raised high, fueled by these ancient trees, Boiling the fallen's mongrel skin, melting gums from yellowed teeth. Their feeble blood now flows from bank to bank, And to my victory a goblet full I drink.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
