Purified Hatred - Runelord

Who will strike them with lightnings…

Yaa, yaa.

yaaaaooo!

Son of the sky walks the earth seared by sin and pain.

He walks towards the

final war

The war: man against the hordes of beast-men.

Alone he gazes the sky for

guidance, no!

And yet he knows no desolation.

He knows it’s his final day.

The rune of death,

grave and salvation… he’d write upon the face of fallen friends

When I call my fathers name I open up the righteous rune of bane

And unleased his power on the beastmen who died, and stayed dead

Upon calling his father’s very name… he’d open up the righteous rune of bane!

And unleash its power upon the beast-men.

Who will die and forever stay… dead!

He will return to breed and prosper.

Once again the land would rise

No signs of threat left down here will remain.

But left is still the war of

death and vain

Who will strike them with lightnings…

Yaa, yaa.

yaaaaooo!

«Son, read runes gaze into them, you who’d slay or be slain.

In the very end of

time of righteousness, hide your blood in a cave.»