Equinox - Sword of Sirsir

The rivers of sorrow, shall overflow
For still thine ancient fore
Doth seek to work his woe
His craft and power are great
Armed with malicious hate

I tremble not for him
My soul be on thy guard
Ten thousand foes arise
The hordes of death press hard
With twisted dark designs
Demons fill the night
May the spirits protect me
They come for my soul

The oceans of vengeance, shall
overflow
For still thine twisted soul
Doth seek to work its woe
Against the son of iniquity
Tiamat shall fall
The ancient one...betrayed

Raise the sword of Sirsir
Behold the sword of Sirsir

Sword of the hared one
Swor of the serpent son

I shall be avenged
My soul be on thy guard
Ten thousand foes arise
The hordes of death press hard
With twisted dark designs
Demons fill the night
May the spirits protect me
I coming for his soul