I stared at the cloudy sky and I knelt on the soggy soil
I bawled to my fate and I yearned for an answer
Who brings forth every foe on my path
And who grants me the will and the murderous wrath
I handled my blade and I shuttered my sopping eyes
What tide awaits to swathe my ever-going step
What traitors stand clad in the cloaks of my allies
And what martyr will ascend from his grave as a tyrant
And the howling of the wolves that rides on the wind
Shall nevermore hold me back from my road
And the desire to break the fetters of all that is sacred
Shall guide my raging sword arm until the end
Taste the blood flowing in the wind
Who prays for me?
A clarion call against every doctrine and moral code
And a rusted bell’s toll against those who carry the word
Reawakening the pride and the memory
And the rage against those who preach love by the sword
Believe in the strong
Fight off the weak
Worship none
I stared at the cloudy sky and I knelt on the soggy soil
I handled my blade and I opened my tranquil eyes
All truth was revealed like no vision could be
All faith was clear as all gods howled from deep within me
