Sword of Sirsir

The rivers of sorrow
Shall overflow
For still thine ancient foe
Doth seek to work his woe
His craft and power are great
Armed with malicious hate

I tremble not for him
Soul be on thy guard
Ten thousand foes arise
The hordes of death press hard
With twisted and dark designs
Demons fill the night
May the spirits protect me
They come for my soul

The oceans of vengeance
Shall overflow
For still thine tortured soul
Doth seek to work its woe
Against the son of iniquity
Tiamat shall fall
The ancient one
Betrayed

I raise the sword
The sword of Sirsir
Betrayed
Behold the sword
The sword of Sirsir
Revenge

Sword of the ancient one
Sword of the serpent son

Behold the sword of Sirsir
I shall be avenged

I shall be avenged
My soul be on thy guard
Ten thousand foes arise
The hordes of death press hard
With twisted and dark designs
Demons fill the night
May the spirits protect me
I'm coming straight for his soul