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His bitter cold soul fights for hate

As revenge calls him forth

When the blade strikes true it thrusts for more

You can see their souls consumed

Magic stirs at the hilt

Black sword glows again

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

Kinslayer cackles on

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

In the grip of nightmares

“Let us give this age cause to hate us”

Weapons of chaos are bound to law

Forged in the vanished realms of old

Thrilled to fight, keen to strike, tarnished and bedamned

With its twin it meets its destiny

Magic stirs at the hilt

Black sword glows again

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

Kinslayer cackles on

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

In the grip of nightmares

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

Kinslayer cackles on

Stormbringer shrieks its strange shrill song

In the grip of nightmares