Letras
I sit upon a mountain made of kings
Where the silence screams and the hammer rings
No whispers here, no shadows dance
I do not leave my wars to chance
The Brass Citadel gates swing wide
To unleash the storm that breeds inside
I watch you mumble spells and hide your face
A sorcerer's rot, a coward's disgrace
I spit on your magic, I break your wand
My hatred reaches the great beyond
I demand no temples built of stone
Just the breaking of the rib and bone
My Flesh Hounds sniff the scented air
They smell the panic of your prayer
Eight times eight the legions call
Watching every empire fall
Can you feel the Nails biting in
The copper taste beneath your skin
Sanity is a shackle, break it loose
Peace is nothing but a hangman's noose
Raise the axe and let it swing
Death is the only song we sing
Blood for the Blood God
Skulls for the Skull Throne
We are the slaughter
The seeds you have sown
Let the galaxy drown in the crimson red
I am the voice inside your head
Tear them apart, bone from bone
Skulls for the Skull Throne
Blood for the Blood God
Blood for the Blood God
My brother plots with changing ways
While the Prince of Pleasure wastes the days
The Plagued One rots in a garden of bile
But I have been sharpening steel all the while
I see Skarbrand raging in the deep
A hatred that will never sleep
Juggernauts crush the trembling ground
A symphony of metal sound
No trickery, no subtle lie
Just look me in the eye and die
It does not matter from whence it flows
Only that the crimson river grows
Your blood, their blood, it's all the same
Fuel for the fire, fuel for the flame
The universe is a fragile thing
Waiting for the axe's swing
Kill, maim, burn
(Silence and)
Kill, maim, burn
Rend the flesh. Break the spine
Every single drop is mine
Blood for the Blood God
Skulls for the Skull Throne
We are the slaughter
The seeds you have sown
Let the galaxy drown in the crimson red
I am the voice inside your head
Tear them apart, bone from bone
Skulls for the Skull Throne
Blood for the Blood God
Blood for the Blood God
The battlefield is silent now
The brass is polished
The debt is paid
War is all that remains