Pray you never kneel

To the Master of the Pit

Violently stirring their brew of corruption

Lords of the dark summon certain destruction



Pray you never kneel

To the one who calls you slave

With the hearts and tongues of the Gods in their hands

The Legions of Hell bellow forth their commands



Bow down and kneel

To the Master of the Pit

Though the powers of Chaos are those you abide

You raise your sword to cast him aside



You know there is no escape

When you see your sword in flames

As the hellrains pound the darkening land

Man and sword begin their last stand



You know you'll never kneel

To the Master of the Pit

Feverish prayers of life ever after

As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the Master