Here I stand, high above All this death, as it waits Spiral crown, made of bone Blackened blood, horns of agony Staring down at their wastelands Primal brain so pure of heart Bleeding wrecthed blood Skulls trampled from above Make my way, down paths of Sacred song, my soul is strong I erase the path I take Hating man horns over Hands sinister and cold Are all he's ever known None shall defy me All shall fear my ibex eye Storm comes in disguise Flames in my eyes Sacred triumph of death I will take their last breath Sacred ways, triumph of death They will take one last breath Ancient ways, bringer of death I will take their last breath My call is my sword I will be heard