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Along blackened paths I have come I have seen towering mountains From below and above In a world devoid of honor Bastards roam like dogs There were many of them among me Now they lie in the bog No reason left to live No reason left to fight But I trudged on anyways Blood and iron my life No quarter, cold rain Black winds, cold pain Black heart, ill fated Black mind, black blade Feel the rush of blood Running down your chest Enemy of the world Read more on Last.fm.
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A Shadow Follows Me through the Land
Until I am Slain
Breath of Wrath
High Walls, Wind upon my Brow
Sleep Well in Thy Fortress, Cowards!
As the Fires Rage on, I am the Only one Left
I Never gave a Fuck about your Code of Honor
Dragon Helm
Curse this Black Fucking Fate of Mine
Tall Mountains and the Smell of Vengeance
A Weary Trot through the Rain
An Elven Kingdom Laid to Ruin
The Crows Croak in Mockery
I Kill for Nothing
Blackheart
Master of Doom, by Doom Mastered
Enemies on the Lam
Spiteful Bastards in Worn out Armor
Razed to the Foundation
Go Forth in Might
The Fifth Battle
Fucking Bloodshed
Crypt of Necromancers (We Ride at Dusk to Violently Bludgeon Them)
The Shadow of My Sword
To Trudge on without a Horse
Doomed to a Bastard’s Death
Damsels Tend My Gruesome Wounds
Good Riddance
Dragged to Hell
All My Ways are Black
Reveling in Diabolical Darkness
Not Enough Enemies
Blood on my Halberd
Nothing Worth Fighting For
Come Home to Scorn
Bastard Wizards and Coward Warriors
As Smoke Rises Behind Me, I Trudge on Again
One Torch, One Fucker
To Look upon my Foe
The Fullness of Woe
Down into the Dungeon
Hell will have to Wait
Slaying Countless Beasts
Ascending the Crooked Stone Steps
I am Approaching the Ruins with a Blunt Weapon
I Deserve Nothing More than the Executioner’s Block (So fucking get on with it)
Ye have come Hither and Receive Nothing
One Last Fight
Rusty Iron Mace
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