Satanic Warmaster -

In the forge deep in the underground Where dark gods forged our swords Black rites were brought upon the steel To bring triumph upon our lives The curse of steel, the blessing of war forever in our hearts it will burn so that we may stand tall in battle with hateful Luciferian honour The cursed steel shall cut the flesh of all the subhumans, traitors and scum power of the sword, the magick of the blade supreme art for the aryan conqueror the glory of battle, the lust of war trial of fire for the true warriors to be crushed under the hooves in strife or to climb the throne of skulls in victory In a cloud of smoke and eruption of flames a man's real destiny is revealed in the cry of women and the screams of death are the voices of Satan's symphony The curse of steel, the blessing of war forever in our souls it will remain so that we may fall in battle or prevail with majestic Luciferian pride