I stand before my enemy whose crying.
He's wishing I'd quickly end his dying.
Absorbing the fear in his eyes,
I become stronger hearing his painfull cries.
With blood soaked palm my hammer I grip
as he begs for life through quivering lip.
Another life, dead you'll be.
It is time to set your soul free.
On his mouth I touch my hammers steel.
Tell me weak foe how does the metal feal?
Taste with your tounge the metals ore.
Soon on Zir's throne your blood i will poor.
Tell me worthless man how does the hammer taste?
With it your body i will lay waste.
Can you hear death whisper in your ear?
Let me split your skull so your soul can hear.
Feal the hammers passion, its lust for the kill.
Can you taste bloods lust? Are you trembling still?
Between your lips taste the evil cold steel.
Tell me puny creature how dose my rage feal?
Torment in my eyes I shatter your head.
Watching your limp corpse slump down dead.
With blood soaked palm my hammer I grip.
Tasting it myself, bloody steel to my lip.
Your life now over your death behind me.
Zir is proud my hammer set you free.
Tell me dead man how does the hammer taste?