Master of the Pit

Pray you never kneel

To the Master of the

Pit Violently stirring their brew of corruption

Lords of the dark summon certain destruction

Pray you never kneel

To the one who calls you slave

With the hearts and tongues of the

Gods in their hands

The Legions of

Hell bellow forth their commands

Bow down and kneel

To the Master of the

Pit Though the powers of

Chaos are those you abide

You raise your sword to cast him aside

You know there is no escape

When you see your sword in flames

As the hellrains pound the darkening land

Man and sword begin their last stand

You know you'll never kneel

To the Master of the

Pit Feverish prayers of life ever after

As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the

Master