Call of the Blades
Blocking the sunlight from the grey, sullen skies
The long, lost horror returns
Spawn of the first-born raising the dead
The breath of his very lungs burn
Shouting the elements unto the land
Mysterious master of fear
Winged warmonger foretelling fates
The last sign of endtimes is here
Reanimated, the great beast flies
A new blight beckons the blades
Deep in the mountains, a thunderous voice
Erupts from the high rocky shade
Summon the hero, prophecy born
Equipped with the mind for the kill
Head held high, he shouts to the sky
The blood of the creature will spill
The quest has begun to search for the key
Bringing the enemy to his feet
A weapon of old and futures untold
Conundrum of reality
Not with a sword or arrow and bow
Can this vile creature be slain
Struck from the sky, the demon must die
This is The Call of The Blades
Many have fallen to this wretched beast
Cursed tormentor of souls
Running my blade through his defiled corpse
Severing flesh from the bones
Soon he will join the deceased in the void
Screaming and writhing in pain
Fallen and drained of his last drop of blood
Ending his merciless reign
The long, lost horror returns
Spawn of the first-born raising the dead
The breath of his very lungs burn
Shouting the elements unto the land
Mysterious master of fear
Winged warmonger foretelling fates
The last sign of endtimes is here
Reanimated, the great beast flies
A new blight beckons the blades
Deep in the mountains, a thunderous voice
Erupts from the high rocky shade
Summon the hero, prophecy born
Equipped with the mind for the kill
Head held high, he shouts to the sky
The blood of the creature will spill
The quest has begun to search for the key
Bringing the enemy to his feet
A weapon of old and futures untold
Conundrum of reality
Not with a sword or arrow and bow
Can this vile creature be slain
Struck from the sky, the demon must die
This is The Call of The Blades
Many have fallen to this wretched beast
Cursed tormentor of souls
Running my blade through his defiled corpse
Severing flesh from the bones
Soon he will join the deceased in the void
Screaming and writhing in pain
Fallen and drained of his last drop of blood
Ending his merciless reign
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Writer(s): Malevolent Force
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