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After the carnage steam rises through snow

 You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe

 My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains

 This empty feeling – all that remains



RED WITH RAGE

 I abide in the pit of woe

 Crucified in the Abyss of Woe

 And for my crime, this is my time

 My unholy…crime



The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin

 Licking the lap where my load must begin

 I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied

 Hail the crimson blur – violence has arrived!



RED WITH RAGE

 I abide in the pit of woe

 Crucified in the Abyss of Woe

 And for my crime, this is my time

 My unholy crime



The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn

 But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor

 Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls

 Who’d grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls…



But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin

 And it was a battle we never could win

 But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall

 Heeding the horn of my funeral call



The mutilated millions I was born to appall

 Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall

 The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne

Laid waste to usurpers ‘till I stood all alone



Ripped out guts

 Gouged out eyes

 If you kill them

They will die



RED WITH RAGE