The Sword
Dark Rituals Unleashed: The Silver Fangs' Vengeful Symphony
Lyrics
Call our spirits into the night
Calling upon spirits to join in the night.
Unleash the phantom of arcane light
Releasing the mysterious and magical essence of the arcane light.
Bound by magic rites
Being bound by magical rituals.
We reunite
Coming together again, possibly a reunion after a separation.
Fear my name, the swift dismay
Commanding fear through one's name, causing swift dismay.
You can't escape black valors flame
No escape from the intense and dark power of black valor's flame.
Heed my will, thrust to the hilt
Directing one's will forcefully, penetrating deeply with a blade.
The blood is spilt, now lie in the filth
Blood has been spilled, and now the subject lies in filth, defeated.
The beast of the abyss
Referring to a powerful and ominous creature from the abyss.
Has breathed its dying wish
The beast's dying wish is expressed or fulfilled.
Its blood upon my fist
Blood on the singer's fist, possibly symbolizing victory or dominance.
The blade now I twist
Twisting the blade, emphasizing control and dominance over a situation.
Fear my name, the swift dismay
Repeated emphasis on invoking fear through the singer's name.
You can't escape black valors flame
Reiterating the inescapable nature of black valor's flame.
Heed my will, thrust to the hilt
Continuing to assert dominance and control through the singer's will.
The blood is spilt, now lie in the filth
More bloodshed, leading to the defeated lying in filth.
Kill!
Repetition of the command to kill, suggesting a relentless pursuit of victory.
Kill!
-Kill!
-Kill!
-Kill!
-Kill!
-Fear my name, the debt repaid
Reiterating the fear-inducing nature of the singer's name and emphasizing the debt repaid.
You can't escape my vile crusade
No escape from the singer's vile crusade.
Heed my will, thrust to the hilt
Reasserting dominance and control through the singer's will.
With fear instilled, the gemstone is filled
Filling a gemstone with fear, suggesting the accumulation of power or conquest.
Fiendish horde, I have abhorred
Expressing strong disapproval or hatred towards a horde of fiendish creatures.
Bow to your lord
Commanding the fiendish horde to bow to the singer, indicating triumph over them.
I am the sword
Declaring the singer as the embodiment of the sword, a symbol of power and authority.
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