Letras
In darkened times when gods thirst for blood
A ritualistic sacrifice would be born
Through ash and smoke, the whispers I serve
I heed a cause forlorn
My eyes are simmering with bleakened visions
Blood gods crave a sacrificial demand
They will steer my grim decisions
And my knife in hand
I'm their blade, their willing vessel
Shadow servant by their command
Spawned from the realm of ever-mist
Blótdeclarer, here I stand
More than the form that meets the eye
I am the voice where man seeks gods
Mind and spirit spells perfection
Mortal flesh is weak and flawed
I conjure might beyond the mortal realm
No sword in these worlds will be my bane
Through maddened visions, I will overwhelm
Your mind reborn, I'll drive insane
So fear the light that shines from the pyre
Meet the gods through steel and fire
Join me on the altar, lie down to meet your fate
I will guide your passage through this mortal gate
Clad in pagan power, I rule the shadow creed
Runes and bones will tell me where your path will lead
Listen when I speak, for my words are made of gold
Leave my words behind and you never will grow old
Leading the rite that will satiate their will
By their blade in my hand, I'll offer them their kill
Crimson they demand, for the gods will never bleed
As servant in the flesh, I can see their bloody need
I'm their blade, their willing vessel
Shadow servant by their command
Spawned from the realm of ever-mist
Blótdeclarer, here I stand
More than the form that meets the eye
I am the voice where man seeks gods
Mind and spirit spells perfection
Mortal flesh is weak and flawed