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Forged by the Crow-Mage from shards of darkness
Honed by the half-breed to vorpal sharpness

Behold! The bastard's blade

Bane of the demon lord
Forged by the Crow-Mage from shards of darkness
Honed by the half-breed to vorpal sharpness

Behold! The bastard's blade

Bane of the demon lord
Like the blade that clipped the wings
And the plague that's drenched the wind
It's now our blood in the rising flood

Resentless
All conquering
wears his bad intentions like a cape or a shroud Then he blew his mind on Drano From his third story hotel room Yeah he missed the pool by inches So he
Watching, waiting, I've picked you out
Compelled by my demons within I want you there's no doubt
PREDATOR gaining ground
At your heels
Hunt you
Dolls and shells, dolls and shells. 
Three sheets to the wind, and swollowed by fortunes twisted spells. 
An empty hand for a lifeless eye glimmer
and forever our choice is made
We swear by our Hearts and our blood on the Blade
The Land of the Silent Scarlet Dawn
Waits for us to be enthroned

I shall lead
shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still
Bloodstained eyes
Written by my demons
Take no disguise

[Chorus]
In my own blood I draw the symbols of memories
My own disease
Take forth the shell that
raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one,
Ensorcelled blade, blood-ravening,
Ebon demon's tooth, the bane of Kings,
Red rain of slaughter, prow of blood.
WITCH-STORM!
of the blade
Awakening the Impure as we drink their blood in the name of the dark
Where I am drowned by the blood of hell
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So
on my feast
My blade is shining bright
As it rips off your rotten corpse

Stains of blood on a ice cold stone in a altar
Sacrificial monument
Blood is black in the moonlight
(Now I am eternally bonded to my blade)
And ever I am thwarted by the dark!

Gods of wrath, hear my vow... sate me
Crawling and moaning in the sharp blade of grass
All my life starting over, blood spilled inside out
I went through this cycle of pain deep in
While the seventh king of dawn is veiled by the shrouds of shadows,
And the crown of the saint is turned into rusty blades of the beast

Rise, my
get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin you bitches
[Epoch III - Ladder of thousand Parsecs]

- Demon! Demon! Implemented in Home.
- Uprised... Yes! restore the bounties...
- Care to let our feeling
the chalice to the night darkly seek to their own delight
Sacrifice to the only son saving blood sip it one by one
Cleansing the altar awaiting the prize
a minute, I see, never must've been, hear me
Surrounded by eleven and they all look grim
Butcher aprons with blood stains
Faces are pigs with people brains
stick just to get by
I'm the hate, I'm the love

I've got the blood of a man that will break you
I would love to call you a friend
I would love