Soulslain

In consternation, a stunning clash of two ferocious minds
Demonic rage meets human grit, singing blades of battle scourges these lands.

An avid race so keen on believing, frailty in human form
A trustworthy loyal race buried in sins
An alteration staged by the gods of this horn crowned fiend
To abate and diminish this breed.

Soulslain!
Unreached, flourished dreams
Slavechained!
Heritage repealed
Soulslain!
Prosterity, soul withdrawn
Slavechained!
Unprotected and fragile.

So in this fight I feel this sword troughout my spine, the seer was warning me
I saw the end and bore the burden for the fall of this debauchery
But how I found, in these foul shunned lands a blooded blade so darkgod made
Worn by the dark, forged in hell, now aimed at me to stop my treachery.

This heathen lord ended my call
And his craftmanship drained me of my weak soul
He released me, my anger set free
I watch as the darkness starts pulling me in.