Lyrics
After the carnage steam rises through snow
After a violent event, steam rises amidst snow.
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
The listener is condemned to the Abyss of Woe.
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
The speaker's armor is covered with brains, suggesting a gruesome battle.
This empty feeling - all that remains
An emptiness remains after the destructive event.
RED WITH RAGE
Intense anger is expressed.
I abide in the pit of woe
The speaker resides in a pit of sorrow.
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
The listener is crucified in the Abyss of Woe.
And for my crime, this is my time
For a committed crime, the speaker faces consequences.
My unholy...crime
The crime is described as unholy.
The cycle of torment the pleasure of sin
A cycle of torment and the pleasure of sin are acknowledged.
Licking the lap where my load must begin
The speaker anticipates the beginning of a destructive act.
I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied
Having sought vengeance relentlessly, it cannot be denied.
Hail the crimson blur - violence has arrived!
Applauding the arrival of violence, symbolized by a crimson blur.
RED WITH RAGE
Intense anger is reiterated.
I abide in the pit of woe
The speaker continues to reside in a pit of sorrow.
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
The listener is still crucified in the Abyss of Woe.
And for my crime, this is my time
Consequences persist for the committed crime.
My unholy crime
The crime is again described as unholy.
The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
The speaker's campaign attracts disdain, but they continue.
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Despite challenges, they press on through the Tundra of Tor.
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
The speaker gathers trolls who have become fat and lazy from soul-roasting.
Who'd grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls...
Imagery of souls being roasted, implying cruelty.
But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
Surrounded at the Valley of Krin, facing an unwinnable battle.
And it was a battle we never could win
A battle that cannot be won.
But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
The speaker fights desperately with their back against a wall.
Heeding the horn of my funeral call
Responding to the horn of their funeral call.
The mutilated millions I was born to appall
The speaker horrifies millions, born to appall.
Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall
Describing gruesome scenes of decapitation and violence.
The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
A figure, the Butcher of Bertok, inflicts destruction on usurpers.
Laid waste to usurpers 'till I stood all alone
Having vanquished rivals, the speaker stands alone.
Ripped out guts
Graphic depiction of violence - ripping out guts.
Gouged out eyes
Continuation of violent imagery - gouging out eyes.
If you kill them
A statement on the inevitability of death when one is killed.
They will die
Reinforcement of the certainty of death.
RED WITH RAGE
Final expression of intense anger.
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