Forest,barren

Desertion of land

Absent of life

Now mortals stand

A calling

A purpose

From the beyond

Muster my courage

Weak souls begone

Kneel for the start of the ceremony

Impending retribution

Bend to my will

Destructive nature

My deadly skill

Glory, corruption

Reach for the box

Lifetime of torment

Eternal paradox

Bow for the cleansing of the soul

Sun in my eyes

This is my passage

Into the light

Great Prophet of War

Promise me more

Blood

Blood of the damned

Fresh slate, beginnings

Sunlight on my back

A hero’s journey

Righteous attack

Earning my blessing

A humble reward

Off to the kingdom

Brandish my sword

Stand for the end of the ceremony

Blood in my eyes

Blood of the masses

Burned by the light

By the sword in my hand

Cleansing the land

In the name of divinity

Loyal to the ring

Marching so far from my home

Call to war, call of grace, call it sacrament

Sacred is my quest, this I know

Draw my sword, holy light, holy lies abound

Fear in their eyes, in their bones

Flames arise, scorching the earth, burn the heretic

I watch on

In wonder

Of the might

Of evil incarnate, by your hand