Battlemaster - Heaving Hate Hammers

. I have had enough
Even in deaths chains I have begrudging strength within me
Unclaimed by the abyss
My lifeless respite unrefusing of the key

Free at least and soaring hate shall detonate
So come to pass my black hammer forged with anger
Festering my enemies respected least
Peverted pounding them into war pieces
It's driving me mad now, it's really driving me mad now
Back from death, my black hammer forged in anger
Bludgeoning, I pound the living neath with my hammer

Heaving hale hammers

Crushed skulls upon their shoulders
Of the ones we hate the most
Vangaurd, we are the shoulders
Who blindly swing our blades at anyone we see

Heaving hate hammers

We are smashing your faces and then you will learn
By the swing of my hammer all you fuckers can rot
In the heat like the trash that you are and for a fucked eternity
Burn
Burn