(+) [Strike the Blood] Blood on the EDGE.
They came to the land, to kill at command
They ride through the dark of the night
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands
Grab for their last chance of life
Bright shields, sharp swords, march forward for their Lord
Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker
Battle cries, silent screams, submerge the Devil in evil dreams
Feel the blade, rulers come, meet your maker
I live for the kill, I do it at will
Let the weak ride back to the lair
Now they will kneel to leather and steel
Gasp for the last breath of air
Blood runs, heads roll, enemy fear, take the soul
Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker
Lash out, strike first, blood of the dead quench my thirst
Feel the pain, rulers come, meet your maker
A gilded warrior wonders why his fear becomes new life on high
Looking down, the dead won't tell why his soul existence lives on in Hell
Long live the spirit in a life that knows no end
Many pass before him, many in the wind, oh