After the carnage steam rises through snow
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
This empty feeling - all that remainsRED WITH RAGE
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy...crimeThe cycle of torment the pleasure of sin
Licking the lap where my load must begin
I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
Hail the crimson blur - violence has arrived!RED WITH RAGE
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crimeThe trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
Who'd grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls...But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
And it was a battle we never could win
But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
Heeding the horn of my funeral callThe mutilated millions I was born to appall
Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall
The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
Laid waste to usurpers 'till I stood all aloneRipped out guts
Gouged out eyes
If you kill them
They will dieRED WITH RAGE
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