Claws carving deep into wounds of war Blood dripping slow from my axe of steel Crushed from the blow of my hammer strike Thrones made of gold crumble from the blast War, lord of mine bring me holy blood Knife in my fist aiming to the gods Black is the fire burning from the throne Ash, falling down as the heavens burn Black spell calls... death! Black spell calls... war gods strike!
Claws carving deep into wounds of war Blood dripping slow from my axe of steel Crushed from the blow of my hammer strike Thrones made of gold crumble from the blast War, lord of mine bring me holy blood Knife in my fist aiming to the gods Black is the fire burning from the throne Ash, falling down as the heavens burn Black spell calls... death! Black spell calls... war gods strike!
