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Of vengeance spawned

Grip firm the hilt of silverwood

Thrust blade toward the firmament

Unto the darkness sworn

We sacrifice our blood and soul

Such homage paid with fire and death

Raise high the ebony dagger

Tear out their impudent tongues

Remove the eyes of all deemed foe

Of rotting death nostrils are stung

Of fire and shadow borne

Turn gleaming fang t'ward moon of full

Let them see - feel and know our rage

The dark flame within kindles

With remorselessness and spite

Channeling fury where sorrow thrives

A glorious sight to behold

As blackened hordes surround

These piss soaked cunting whoresons

Standing 'pon the precipice of doom