Possessor of evil
Upon my throne
With axe in hand
Awaiting the call
Lust for vengeance
Thirst for war
Assembling my horde
Under the sigil of horns
Power and hells might
Lust for the conquest
We gather our weapons
Of iron and steel
Tyrant
Lusting for evil
Thirsting for pain
Afflicting wounds
Trampling the lie
Squadrons of hell steeds
Horns of hell
Trample the wounded
The conquerors will rise
Tyrant
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