Slavesend by Unlord
[In sword we trust]
I leave the arena Covered with blood
Wounded but the triumph is mine
The betrayers appear, behind me they stand
Indulged by the opponents of lies
My master in spirit warned me before
Your close ones stand for demise
I seek for assistance
Which I find in my sword
But the bastards give me no time
'For it is power that we wil need
to kill the lord of sin
he brought us victory when we
thought we couldn't win'
They stabbed him and stabbed him, murderers
Betrayal of their lord
forgotten that they have sworn,
in the night of sin
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