Born into this world, screaming into the night
A raging star to bring the light
From blood soaked roots, there grows a mighty tree
With branches wide in all its majesty
He moves with ease, transcending time and space
Within the well of wisdom lies his piercing gaze
Otherworldly rites - Runic silver knife
Death by sacrifice - Invoking the North Tsar
Inhuman chants of might - Echo through the night
Nine men hanging high - Invoking the North Tsar
Blood magic crazed barbarian, forever feeding off carrion
Generously granting his foes cesareans
In the clangor of swords, he colors his death spear
Binding men with devastating fear
Bringing kings to their knees, defeated under eagle's feet
Thus he claims his rightful golden seat
A burning torch in a cave, a shining star in the dark
For the next 1000 years dominion shall belong to the North Tsar
Otherworldly rites - Runic silver knife
Death by sacrifice - Invoking the North Tsar
Inhuman chants of might - Echo through the night
Nine men hanging high - Invoking the North Tsar
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