Born of power and steel With the anger and will of many men Fighting for his kind from power within With death's cold waiting hands
Forged long ago Wrapped around in swirling flames Hardened by my enemies' blood Wealth shaped by my swinging blade The battle-forged grip of a seafarer Risen from the darkness of war Dripping with my enemies blood Glory cut by my mighty sword And the shining iron edge's might
My Hammer-Forged blade Bloodthirsty and ready for battle Striking fear over my enemy's spear I tear the life from their bodies My bladework, they'll never forget
My bladework, they'll never forget And death's cold grip Dragging them in a corpse-like way
When the battle horn sounds With an angry sword I beat back the enemy horde Towards death's cold waiting hands
My weapon and its fury, its precision An extension of my person Barbaric rage fuels the might From which it's driven Mauling all before its path
Weary of their vanishing lives My iron hacks through the air Chopping with my hammer-forged blade Ending their lives Their heads roll at my side I tear the life from their bodies With an angry sword Driven into oblivion None survive
Forged long ago Wrapped around in swirling flames Hardened by my enemies' blood Wealth shaped by my swinging blade The battle-forged grip of a seafarer Risen from the darkness of war Dripping with my enemies blood Glory cut by my mighty sword And the shining iron edge's might