Draugr (Black Blade)

Galloping hard through the planes of the damned
Gallows hang high on the hill
Beast-maker, blood-drinker, death on the wind
Salivate, gather your fill

Black Blade
Guide my hand
Feed my wrath

Thundering hoofbeats, the howl of the wolf
I hunt in the black of the night
Curse-rendered, sight-severed, hatred ablaze
Incarnate engine of spite

Black Blade
Guide my hand
Be my wrath

The landscape awash in the cloaking of night
Fearless, I rise from trench
The black blade must feed

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Amass with the souls of the blackened abyss
The power exacting it's price
Bestial, primitive, calloused, and horned
Out of the pit I will rise

Black Blade
Guide my hand
Sate my wrath

Harvest akin to work of the thresher
Blood coats the back of my hand
The black blade must feed

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Draugr
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