Centuries at his side
Death of my master, death of my brother
Holder of the key
Keeper of the relics
His final words exalting me
"We will fight and win, or fight and die"
This grim reality we face
All that ever changes is the shade of the sky
And the colour of the blood on our blades
Gathered, bearing witness to my rise
Silent doubt echoes through the chamber
"Let that be the last blow you receive unanswered"
Blood seeps onto my tongue and I suppress my rage
Returning to my feet, christened as the Reclusiarch
Holder of the key, keeper of the relics
Wearer of the black, born to slay
Centuries in his hands
Passed from my master, now in my grasp
This burning hammer singing with the echoes of a bygone age
"We will fight and win, or fight and die"
This grim reality we face
All that ever changes is the shade of the sky
And the colour of the blood on our blades
No pity, no remorse, no fear
"We are judged in life by the evil we destroy"
To the darkness I bring fire
To the ignorant I bring faith
Those who welcome these gifts may live
But I will visit naught but death
And eternal damnation on those that refuse them
Death from above like a burning hammer