I Gaze through the mist at the approaching host
My hand finds the hilt of my sword
Their leader is hacked, mauled and gored
Soon they are sundered their bodies we roast
Battle Lust takes me
Demon be damned
Die by my hand
Die
No way to slake me
Sternums are cloven and skulls they are split
Monarch of murder the crown seems to fit
Then they are heaped up in piles
Suffering brings only smiles
Battle Lust takes me
Demon be damned
Die by my hand
No way to slake me
Die
Whirling and hacking I'm bathing my blade
Mutated myrmadon of rage
The enemy is still miles away
Addicted to was lust I can't be controlled
The howling vortex of hatred I've made
The burning blood soon chokes the pyre
Don't even pause to perspire (well maybe a little bit)
Slaughter with frenzy--must eat their souls
Let slip the dogs of war!
The foe was fanatic, the battle well fought
I split another rib cage the blood is black and hot
Lungs collapse sinews pop
Volleys rain bodies drop
Is good ya!
Thrive on your pain
Abattiors churning
Battle lust takes me
Die in my name
Die
My friend the buzzard he follows my toils
My friend the rat grows fat from my spoils
My friend the maggot he spawns in your brain
Lustmy friend or enemy he must die in pain
