Pentakill

Fellow armsmen, I ask you:«Will you follow me tonight to break their spineand reclaim what once was mine?»Those cravens, backstabbed me, deceived me.Never shall I tolerate their crimes again.Now let the hunt begin. (Yeah!)Seven thousands souls, scared and daunted, such a tale of woe.

No matter how they fight today,No matter how much honor they’ll display.We’ll dominate.Spells of war,Hear my call,Help me take them down.They’ll hear my deadly last whisper,Right before they die.This melody seeks a new victim,Let it penetrate their mind.