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A heathen's steel is a power unfurled, to take the wings of a fallen god

a blade is law at the edge of your throat, will a prayer be your final cause?

the code of dracaeon steel, the regulation built of tooth and claw

high hopes of your savior's hand, in a realm twisted out of hell

in an age of conquest, fear me! the serpent god

impious idols, a beating heart held into the sky

empty promise, given out by shadowed hands

bound by a vengeful deity, hunted through a cursed land

self immolation, dishonor comes from a broken man

primeval genocide, a king crowned with his claws in the air

come my blade, its wrath shall be unfurled!

breath my armor, its temper none can thwart!

let my arrows fly, ignite within the sky!

burn in me, butcher of the gods!

I hold in my gauntlets, the key to eternal war

locked onto the mortal race, infects the earth

submit to the burning throne, the primal seat

an infernal cavalry, armed to the teeth

the code of dracaeon steel, the regulation built of tooth and claw

high hopes of your savior's hand, in a realm twisted out of Hell