General Bloodlust Lyrics

His urge for unbound life
Went awry.
An empty hole inside.
But this warrior-breed
Will never kneel.
They left the cursed dales to grief
Just to fry in the cruel sun.
They shackled him for fights
And reveled in the sight.
Dishes like leather, ‘till he found a
Stone to smash those dastards.
Skulls blasted.
Hunting now; he went for their beards,
Was squeezing out the eyes
When the cook wailed:
Onn Hann'ar!
He bathes
In gore and intestines.
Other men are like lice, get crushed alive.
Fear; the wolf haunts the dunes
And traders shed
Tears of blood. When he raids death comes surely.
Look into his eyes and freeze!
His breath means death.
When he turns on you, you cannot outrun him.
From behind, he impales you, laughing.
Onn Hann'ar!
He's jabbing, driving
Holes into your twisted body.
A million, all too small
For you to die quickly.
He is so menacing.
If he prods, death comes slowly.
In Eelion, gem of the desert,
Adverse fate led him into Naelle's fold.
The altar's calling for you.
Preach!
Passionate flesh coated in baneful steel.
Blinding sorcery. From the forge,
Rise with a half mad cry!
Stole the velvet warmth, tender no more.
Now cold, yet stiff and deadly. No
Farewell to the art of making love,
Only the delirious gluttony of bloodlust.