Roaming through the arons back
Through thousands of years forgotten
Steel hand ruled with cruelly hands
Let back only bones to rot

Forget in flames by a mortals hand
The magic power revealed
Mortals recognized the supreme black force
Created war for oppression and to kill

They fell the might of the new element
Strong arm for the law
New weapons were created by warriors brains
For the enemies to gore

A new strange lust conquered their minds
Lust for might and lust to kill
The spirit of war awoke the greed
For the blood to spill

Gods were created by weakminded mortals
As excuse to dray the atrorilys
Only a horde of blood-rurdling fighters
Believed in the supreme black forces of steel

Bloody axes and red coloured blades
Because of bloodlust they are guilty
But they always refused their beliefs oppression
Fighting on for their glory