Countless
Scars from
Battles past
Carving
What's left
Of my flesh
War has
Led me
To these lands
In search of evil
Shattered and hidden steel
Black with spilt blood
Cursed blade. Deaths touch
Piece by piece
Toward anvil and heat
Wounds start to mend
My reign begins
The fires rise
My hammer strikes
Pure terror reborn
Hate. Forged
Vile sword
Sorcery
Butchering
With great ease
Corpses
Rot in my wake
Hellish fury
Now unleashed
Rage. Scorn
Take. Form
Vile. Sword
Hate. Forged