Into the battle of hate blood on my sword touch the ground across the thornfields to the caves bloodstained walls coat the stone
Screams of anguish i'm in pain lost souls dwell in the grave untouched for centries in damnation walk unto thee the rising dead
My jounrey will never end into the balttle i will ride riding the skies of poisened death unto me grant me my wish
Across the thornfields a land of hate gorse covered treees of fern and wattle trying to escape the cold moon does freeze my face forever possessed by the ancient one
To pass all knowledge down by hand to reap the harvest of many man misanthrope being the cause of isolation back stabbing slaughter from my bloody ruins
Solitude eternal i strive to survive diseased man thus walk this sacred ground with black deaths hand shall cut their throats upon the alter of rapacious blood