The shattering sky and soaring blackness
Torn by the wind, my eyesight fails
Centennial blood-feud, the craft of war
Transcend even death itself
Cut down the humble, cut down the meek
Cut down the pious, bonedancer
Kingdom come
A kingdom done
Unchain the daemons, let slip the ungodly host
By ealden magick, the runes of power
Teeth of cunning bow and sharp sword
An old opponent, i seek your wyrd
Cut down the humble, cut down the meek
Cut down the pious, bonedancer
Let the harvest begin!
The shattering sky and soaring blackness
Torn by the wind, my eyesight fails
Phobos and deimos, terror and fear
My wicked mistresses, uncleanly love
Cut down the humble, cut down the meek
Cut down the pious, bonedancer
Kingdom come
A kingdom done
