I call you, my master,
king of the ghouls,
bringer of pain,
wreakerof sorrow
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those are the
children of the underworld
bitter venom of gods
the great storms from below,
those are they
I spill the red water of life
to the stone struck with a sword,
that hath slain eleven men
and hath spreaded misery and blood
[chorus]
Know that our years are the years of war
and our days measured as battles
And every hour is a life lost from
the outside of the sweet world of sorrow
[chorus]
Know that our years are the years of war
and our days measured as battles
And every hour is a life lost from
the outside where every lie is true