- Steelcrusher

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November 12, 2015Fixed by Hammercult 


Stench fills the air
A putrid smell of death
He thrives on terror
And bloodshed in his path
Blood stains the fields
Drops like pouring rain
I am the master
Of torment and pain

Burning hammers smash your face
Sharp edge razors kiss your flesh to shreds
Bloodstained bodies hit the ground
Scattered armor all around

Flee for your life
From me you cannot hide
Pounding inferno
On winds of Hell I ride

Bone and rust grinded to dust
Flesh and steel conquering by will

Cries fill the mist
Hear the smashing steel
There is no mercy
And more blood must be spilled
Rust stinks the air
A putrid smell of Death
Both flesh and iron
Are rotting in his path

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