Blessed by the Gods with fire Blessed by the Gods with sword Wielding this god given strength to crush the weak In the Art of War My hand alight with fire the other red from blood Thy kingdom consumed by flame Thy armies disa**embled by my sword That which sustains your life spills upon the earth The blood once in your veins spills upon my face The soul is let free through the hacking of your neck Bone and flesh break now your soul I will take and rape I place myself on the throne Through my efforts of annihilation The reign of the weak has been stopped by me Their crown is crushed and their pages torn The bells chime with the ring o your demise You saw the white clouds turn black in the sky The ring of fire has encircled you From my hand the flame was borne The sword is drawn and the time is now to kneel down A raging inferno of blood and fire incinerates the weak Now that it's time to die who will you call your god The One you betrayed by your acts laughs at you My hand is judgement My eyes have seen your crimes So your soul is crushed with the swing of my hammer