This battle you have lost
Your blood on my blade shall be smeared upon your face
A butcher of skin known for such pain... and suffering so pure
Warlords of death, the lords of this land
Taste our steel, dethroning your king with unlight
The stars shine above, illuminating the trail of death
This path that we walk, a memory of all that we've slain
I raise my horns to the sky
The winds whisper in favour of my kill
Blessed by the Gods of war and death I inherit the instinct to conquer
Eyes of hatred open wide...
Commence the legions of Northern onslaght
Retreat in their eyes... end their lives
Cut their throats... Let them Bleed
Taste the unlight
The sound of your last breath will not echo in my mind
I taste your blood to give me release
Your souls been set free
You will never feel pain again
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