of the fever grips and greed is taking hold Nothing can ever cure your thirst except for rum and gold Nothing can quench the thirst except for rum and
: Don't walk the cold and ruthless streets They drain the life from all they meet The servants crying underground Smelling mortal blood like hounds As
of bloodshed, just pray that the blood is not yours You won't believe The price paid in blood The price paid in blood Just pray that the blood is not
on his heart Immortality is his, salted tears will drench his days The captains' lost upon the seas Penance for his wicked deeds Cheated by his crew and God As he floats and
Ashes and dust return to the Earth As we summon the night And flames lick at the gates Their dominion decays and it falls The kingdom and crusaders Their
: Hark! A scout has reached the gate, brining news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king
nights Crazy nights, crazy nights Intoxicating fury Crazy nights, crazy nights, crazy nights Horns up high in praise Paradise erupts, bodies hit the grounds The enemy is vanquished
five, Wykydtron came to life Born of a scientific design to serve all human kind Artificial intelligence bred for future war When galaxies will crumble and
: Kiss the sand, praising the dry land he has found Everywhere on the shore there's treasure all around Bury deep the horded loot far down below No man
in blood With their heads they will pay the price Spill blood On their trail we hunt them tirelessly Spill blood Bloodshed eases their loss Spill their blood
head to toe in crimson flowing robes It hunts, kills, eats Unseen in sickening mists of night, some evil's lurking in the gloom Voracious hunting appetite and
depths of Hell To deal his wrath Swordmaster, bounty hunter for the damned Stand and Fight - Kill or Die His blade is gleaming and from it blood is
: A sacred pact signed in blood, two allies strong in war To the death they will defend if an enemy comes forth Corruption rears its ugly head, feed
Don't walk the cold and ruthless streets They drain the life from all they meet The servants crying underground Smelling mortal blood like hounds As
Hark! A scout has reached the gate, brining news of war In a fortnight they'll be here, legions of the nameless fear Our king he cannot lead, our king