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 is all that remains      (Red with rage)   I abide in the pit of woe   (Red with rage)   Crucified in the abyss of woe      (Red with rage)   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   (Red with rage)   Crucified in the abyss of woe      (Red with rage)   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's 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 to 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