Mystic Warpath Conjuring Lyrics


Ethereal release from flesh prison

Soul transcendence of planes

of existence

Mystic warpath conjuring

Unyielding force for glory of war

And rush that is felt

By the scent of the blood

The metallic taste of sanguine fluid

Falls on the tongue in the fields of battle

Marching on to the beat of the drum

Driving blade through the skull

Of the wriggling corpses