Rage, O Goddess, doth sing of flames untamed,
Born of blood, th'unholy thus proclaimed.
A tempest stirred, a soul by darkness defiled,
A blade of fury, by chaos beguiled.
Murderous wrath, a shadow unbound,
Where heroes tread, the earth doth rend around.
Doomed from first light, yet still they stand tall,
A reckoning summons to swallow them all.
Wrath unleashed, a hymn most dread,
The fires doth surge beneath the skin so red.
Murderous, doomed, forever chained,
The warlike chant-by thunder ordained.
The battlefield quaketh, torn by screams,
A visage of death to unravel all dreams.
Each stroke-a curse, each breath-a cry,
A fury that lives while all else must die.
Threads of fate be stained with crimson black,
An endless march-no mortal turneth back.
Sing, O Goddess, of storms deep within,
A tale of triumph, yet drowned in sin.
Wrath unleashed, a hymn most dread,
The fires doth surge beneath the skin so red.
Murderous, doomed, forever chained,
The warlike chant-by thunder ordained.
Drums of chaos, the heavens ignite,
Souls are consumed in eternal night.
In raging gloom, the cost is clear:
No love, no mercy, naught but fear.
Rage like thunder, rending the heart,
A curse within, tearing all apart.
Immortal lore, in mortal decay,
The flame endures as life doth stray.
Wrath unleashed, a hymn most dread,
The fires doth surge beneath the skin so red.
Murderous, doomed, forever chained,
The warlike chant-by thunder ordained.
So sing, O Goddess, and let fury rise,
A tale of wrath where none survives.
The eternal fire, the curse takes hold,
A hero's rage, forever told.