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From a lock of my hair I create my sword Supremacy and strength are contained in the cord From the lava of Kri'stak and the waters of Lursor In the pits of Cronos my weapon is born Thy name is Bat'leth, O sacred blade To usurp the hammer that the Tyrant made By shattering the cranium and spilling the blood My spirit enriched in the crimson flood B'aski't Kor! B'askr'ip Kor! Kohman-a-ti! B'aski't Kor! Excited by the steaming stench of slaughter The thrill of battle empowers my soul Frenzied by warlust's rapturous throes I trample the bodies of the overthrown Legends are born of epic struggles Immolation of empires and worlds destroyed Bestial splendor in the slaying of enemies A roar of triumph, the gods tremble My deeds today shall never be forgotten Extolling the camaraderie of ritual combat Forever our race shall be victorious Conquering all who dare to invade I prefer a glorious death over dishonor In Stovakor I'll stand and fight again Now I celebrate and indulge in Bloodwine You have fought with honor; now die! From Letras Mania