Hunger pumping the venom to strike

Anger ablaze eternal light

Fist full of steel eyes of pain

Fighting the fight in our domain

Fire is the source

Passion lusting to rasp

Dreams of wicked falling before us



But passion sells out

Nothing more than a game

Once was strong, now only few remain



Riding the force

Feeling the heat and the will

Reaching beyond what is seen

Only those who dare beyond

The understood



The taste of blood in our mouths

Biting the bit, breaking the chains

Of the horde, quicken the pace

Running the gauntlet of the sword



Fast stalk, on which we prey

Taking charge of destiny

Seize the day, seize the night

Taking all which is our right