Blood for the Blood God
Enough, Khorne cares not for words
Empty promises that go unheard
To appease our Lord and earn his favour
Heads need to roll for the blood must flow
The nails dig deeper and I feel the rush
A surge of anger as I fall to lust
The snarl of teeth as the rage takes hold
Ripping flesh and shredding bone
Pile the skulls to mountainous heights
The galaxy trembles at the foot of our might
Our brothers fell to such pitiful lies
Deluded dreams of decay and pride
We were made for just one thing
Sons of slaughter kill everything
Pile the skulls to mountainous heights
The galaxy trembles at the foot of our might
We are not the hounds the corpse lord hath made
For there is only one patron we obey
Entire worlds we offer up
A tide of blood for his insatiable thirst
No respite, no surrender
Only endless battle for apocalyptic rapture
Pile the skulls to mountainous heights
The galaxy trembles at the foot of our might
We are not the hounds the corpse lord hath made
For there is only one patron we obey
Kill, maim, burn them all
Blood for the Blood God
And skulls for his throne
Butcher, berserker, slay them all
I am wrath incarnate the eater of worlds
On a sea of ichor I now stand alone
For when tribute calls it must be answered
Brother or foe it matters none
Heads will roll for the blood must flow