The Widow's Blade -

On the fourth blood moon

Ouroboros, serpent of flame casts off its skin

A new age dawns in the cycle of time

Fire begets fire until all is burned

Mighty nations forced to bend

Will not escape the widow

Strangle the king with the entrails of the priest

And then we’ll be free

By the edge of the blade

Out of the dark, a new world is born

By the edge of the blade

The heads of tyrants will roll

By the edge of the bloody widow’s blade

Oh, what horror thou hast wrought

Mother of pestilence

Blackest of storms, impervious and opaque

Volcanic shockwaves convulse the earth

Mighty kings upon their knees

Cannot escape the widow

Taste her magick, like a poison kiss

That signals the end

By the edge of the blade

Out of the dark, a new world is born

By the edge of the blade

The heads of tyrants will roll

By the edge of the bloody widow’s blade

Lamentations, all memories lost to the ages of antiquity

Hammer of the gods cracks the continents

The great cities become mausoleums

Mighty kings upon their knees

Cannot escape the widow

Taste her magick, like a poison kiss

That signals the end (The end)

By the edge of the blade

Out of the dark, a new world is born

By the edge of the blade

The heads of tyrants will roll

Dark omens in the sky

Winds of uncreation rise

Taste her poison kiss that brings about the end

By the edge of the blade

The fucking heads of tyrants will roll

By the edge of the bloody widow’s blade