[words: It ; tunes: It, Night, Bone]



Yah

Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high

Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack



Shrouded is the morning in the thickest of mists and cloudfilled is

the sky The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal doom of mine

enemies Fill me from the crown to toe top full of direst cruelty stop the passage to remorse At a womans breast I will take the milk for gall

and not shake my fell purpose



A darkened shadow sweeps down over Ophthalamian world

With thundering hooves and blood raged stare I've turned the tides of

war Time for war time to die time to see That this might be your lonely

death time to leave In this world of hate no flames will burn all hope is

lost No more tears and no more fears just close your eyes



Yah

Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high

Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack

I wield my sword and reap the bitter winds of greatest pain

Triumphantly we raise our fists knowing we have won the war

Dead were the trees and barren the ground as the battle came to end

I am the warlord of the battle the majestic lord of total death