Winds whip past the hull
Screaming through, straight to your heart
The scent of your weakness
Excites this metal

I will meet you with war

Ignious links hiss as the winds arise
Searing fear into your heart, into your heart

The scent of your weakness
Ignites this metal

Charred remnants of foes past
Bitter taste of ash
Your whimpers feed the flame
The scent of fear, and searing flesh

I will meet you with war