I call you, my Master,  King of the Ghouls,  Bringer of Pain,  Wreakerof Sorrow    [chorus :]  Those are the   Children of The Underworld  Bitter Venom of gods  The Great Storms from Below,  Those are THEY    I spill the red Water of Life  To the stone struck with a sword,  That hath slain eleven men  And hath spreaded Misery and Blood    [chorus]    Know that our years are The Years of WAR  And our days measured as Battles    And every hour is a life lost from  The outside of the Sweet World of Sorrow    [chorus]    Know that our years are The Years of WAR  And our days measured as Battles    And every hour is a life lost from  The outside where every lie is true