Forward – into battle
Scream out – cry of hate
Trial – of the warrior
Like a wolf chosen my fate
Lusting – for the kill
Quenching – my thirst for blood
Power – burns in my eyes
Mercenary without soul
I am the blakk krusader
I have the right to kill
Born on the anvil
Gallons of blood I spill
Wielding – axe and hammer
Mortal – cannot touch
Baptised – son of fire
Blessed by the ancient gods
Questing – on this land
Strike fear – where I go
Hang 'em – from the gallows
Battlelust and killing spree
I am the blakk krusader
I have the right to kill
Born on the anvil
Gallons of blood I spill
The clash of steel
Forged in a brimstone pit
Hard leather gloves
Skulls hanging from my belt
Muscles pumping iron
Acid courses through my veins
Scars and battlewounds
On my body and my face
Gaping oozing holes
Always bite the pain
Fierce armoured barbarian
Of the dark force
Deathblow – to the head
Thrusting – (through) another heart
Dodging – spears and arrows
Massacre before my eyes
Forward – into battle
Scream out – cry of hate
Trial – of the warrior
Like a wolf chosen my fate
I am the blakk krusader
I have the right to kill
Born on the anvil
Gallons of blood I spill
By the hammer
By the axe
By the sword & steel I march
Brimming with power
Born as a Blakk Krusader