Seeking guidance from the ancient ones
A power and strength from an elder world
To quench my thirst
For bloodlust and war
Combining my heart and my sword as one
Silencing the lives of thousands
Unleash... the beast
Reside in the house of squalor
My eyes betray my emptiness
Rejoice in the house of hatred
Bright forth the loathing
No taste for remorse
No desire to forgive
Honed for murder, the hopeless writhe
All tools become weapons... in my eyes I stand before you
Alone, you will drown, in the blood
Left by the son
Violence nurtured, into torture
Give me the strength, through there death
Souls are consumed, with each strike
Mass destruction, of all life...
Guiding my hand against the next
Into my heart souls become one
My strength is derived, from my bloodlust
Guiding my hand against the next
Into my heart their souls become one
My strength is derived, from thy bloodlust
A power and strength from an elder world
To quench my thirst
For bloodlust and war
Combining my heart and my sword as one
Silencing the lives of thousands
Unleash... the beast
Reside in the house of squalor
My eyes betray my emptiness
Rejoice in the house of hatred
Bright forth the loathing
No taste for remorse
No desire to forgive
Honed for murder, the hopeless writhe
All tools become weapons... in my eyes I stand before you
Alone, you will drown, in the blood
Left by the son
Violence nurtured, into torture
Give me the strength, through there death
Souls are consumed, with each strike
Mass destruction, of all life...
Guiding my hand against the next
Into my heart souls become one
My strength is derived, from my bloodlust
Guiding my hand against the next
Into my heart their souls become one
My strength is derived, from thy bloodlust