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My will shall be received

Brutal, cruel and cold

My enemies hear my shrieks

A vengeful cry of war

The drums echo through valleys

And enrage my soldiers heads

The army of King Tor

Shapes my vision of the world

A thousand villages burned

A sovereign of blood-spilt land

Crushing skulls with might

Of the will of King Tor

Tor The Destroyer

Whom drinks from enemies heads

Feared among kingdoms wide

A deep lust for war

And Christian Genocide

A black castle, a blood curdling cry

My war songs are heard

By enemies far and wide

My will shall be executed

With cold and bitter virtue

Barbaric fear as war begins

A legacy of cruel nature

My story shall be told

Thousands of years to come

Of power and might, Rokkung!