Crepuscular Battle Hymn

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!