Yah   Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high   Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack      Shrouded is the morning in the thickest of mists and cloudfilled is   the sky The raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal doom of mine   enemies Fill me from the crown to toe top full of direst cruelty stop the passage to remorse At a womans breast I will take the milk for gall   and not shake my fell purpose      A darkened shadow sweeps down over Ophthalamian world   With thundering hooves and blood raged stare I've turned the tides of   war Time for war time to die time to see That this might be your lonely   death time to leave In this world of hate no flames will burn all hope is   lost No more tears and no more fears just close your eyes      Yah   Ride in the dust cut in the flesh lift your banners and hold 'em high   Head for the kill crush with your fist let us attack   I wield my sword and reap the bitter winds of greatest pain   Triumphantly we raise our fists knowing we have won the war   Dead were the trees and barren the ground as the battle came to end   I am the warlord of the battle the majestic lord of total death