-- Scion of Carnage -- 00:00
In the shadows of the Eye, where darkness breeds,
A warrior rises, fulfilling the dark creed,
From the warband of the Skull Reapers, bathed in blood,
Venerating Khorne, the relentless war god.
Clad in armor, crimson and black,
Power axe in hand, no turning back,
Xenon the Blooded, terror on the field,
Each strike a symphony, enemies yield.
Clad in armor, crimson and black,
Power axe in hand, no turning back,
Xenon the Blooded, terror on the field,
Each strike a symphony, enemies yield.
Scion of Carnage, a reaper of the night,
Blood and bone splinter in his sight,
A butcher of the weak, a harbinger of dread,
Xenon the Blooded, the war god's bred.
Heads adorn his armor, trophies of his might,
Notable kills, a testament to the fight,
Eldar seer beheaded, their prophecies silenced,
Imperial Knight sundered, his spirit defiance.
Preferring close quarters, where blood freely spills,
His power axe sings, each kill thrills,
The Skull Reapers' banner, drenched in gore,
Xenon leads them, ever craving more.
With every swing, the battlefield is painted,
Red and black, where his wrath is sainted,
No mercy, no quarter, only the slaughter,
In Khorne's name, the blood flows hotter.
Scion of Carnage, a reaper of the night,
Blood and bone splinter in his sight,
A butcher of the weak, a harbinger of dread,
Xenon the Blooded, the war god's bred.
-- Ascension of the Blooded -- 02:08
In the heart of the maelstrom, where reality shatters,
Xenon stands, as Khorne's fury batters,
The warp twists and bends, his flesh starts to change,
Bones break and mend, in a form strange.
Mutation and ascension, flesh redefined,
Chaos god’s touch, no longer confined,
Wings of darkness sprout, claws replace his hand,
Daemonhood achieved, in Khorne's command.
Muscles bulge and tear, reforged in the crucible,
Eyes burn like fire, in the warp insurmountable,
His scream a hymn, to the god of slaughter,
Xenon the Ascended, reborn in blood and water.
Mutation and ascension, flesh redefined,
Chaos god’s touch, no longer confined,
Wings of darkness sprout, claws replace his hand,
Daemonhood achieved, in Khorne's command.
-- Slaughter of the Hive City -- 03:57
From the Eye of Terror, a daemonhost descends,
Xenon leads the charge, as the hive world bends,
A tide of death, in crimson waves,
The populace falls, in their shallow graves.
Gorestorm, a hive world's plight,
Xenon's wrath, a monstrous sight,
With daemonic power, he rends and slays,
In the name of Khorne, the world decays.
Streets run red, with the blood of the fallen,
Skulls piled high, their cries magnificent,
With daemonic power, he rends and slays,
In the name of Khorne, the world decays.
Streets run red, with the blood of the fallen,
Skulls piled high, their cries magnificent,
Claws tear through flesh, bones snap and break,
Every soul consumed, for Khorne's sake.
The young torn apart, their screams a symphony,
Elders' pleas ignored, in the tide of agony,
Walls marked with despair, a mural of sorrow,
Xenon's laughter echoes, in the blood-soaked hollow.
Gorestorm, a hive world's plight,
Xenon's wrath, a monstrous sight,
With daemonic power, he rends and slays,
In the name of Khorne, the world decays.
Gorestorm, a hive world's plight,
Xenon's wrath, a monstrous sight,
With daemonic power, he rends and slays,
In the name of Khorne, the world decays.
With every kill, his power grows,
A daemon prince, his hatred flows,
Hate incarnate, a force of pure dread,
Xenon the Ascended, amidst the dead.
From the depths of the warp, to the hive world's end,
Xenon's reign of terror, his will to rend,
A daemonhost's fury, a world laid to waste,
In the blood god's name, the slaughter embraced.
Gorestorm, a hive world's plight,
Xenon's wrath, a monstrous sight,
With daemonic power, he rends and slays,
In the name of Khorne, the world decays.
-- Skulls for the Skull Throne, Blood for the Blood God -- 06:49
Skulls for the Skull Throne
Blood for the Blood God
Skulls for the Skull Throne, piled high in a mound,
Blood for the Blood God, in battle we are bound.
Wielding axes of fury, we cleave through the night,
Screams of the dying, a symphony of fright,
Warriors of Chaos, relentless and bold,
In the fires of war, our souls are sold.
Gore-streaked and unholy, we revel in death,
Each kill a tribute, each breath a last breath,
The battlefield awash, in rivers of red,
In the name of Khorne, all foes are dead.
Eternal carnage, the blood never dries,
Skulls for the Skull Throne, under blood-soaked skies,
From the Eye of Terror, to the mortal plane,
Blood for the Blood God, in endless reign.
Skulls for the Skull Throne
Blood for the Blood God
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