Winds whip past the hull Screaming through Straight to your heart The scent of your weakness Excites this metal I will meet you with war Igneous links hiss As the winds arise Searing fear into your heart The scent of your weakness Ignites this metal Charred remnants of Foes past Bitter taste of ash Your whimpers feed the flame The scent of fear And searing flesh I will meet you with war.
