Blood For The Blood God

APPEARS ON:

  • LATER RE-RECORDED DURING DREAMWEAVER SESSIONS 1989

RECORDING NO LONGER EXISTS

1. The Nightmare Begins
Once the mighty cities now crumbled and turned to sand
Here dwelt the Old Slann (the Masters)
Infinite wisdom (a god given right)
To these genetic scientists forming new life
Yet these powerful beings could never have known
Their seeds of destruction were already sown

See how the void gates that held back the Chaos foe
Shudder and shatter an entropy overload
Spewing forth creatures – obscene machinations
Malicious entities warping creation
Then shrouded in darkness they silently wait
Counting the days till the ‘Blood God’ awakes

Armed with fury – cloaked by night
Mutations spawned by warpstone might
Shall now go forth – proliferate
To slay and conquer – dominate

From their holes and caverns deep
Ten million Orc and Goblin feet
With hungry hearts and sharpened knives
They come to take your worthless lives

The Call To Arms:
“Blood for the Blood God!” (Repeat)

Die – Chaos claims thee
Die – Chaos claims thee
Die – Chaos claims thee
Die – Chaos takes thy soul (Repeat)

2. Let Battle Commence
Flee now in terror as darkness descends
And the forces of nature relentlessly bend
Spreading the cancer – perverse permutations
Chaotic entropy – warped malformations
Till where once was beauty is Chaos and war
And that which was lawful is lawful no more

Armed with fury – cloaked by night
Mutations spawned by warpstone might
Shall go forth – proliferate
To slay and conquer – dominate

Underneath this sleeping city
Red eyes filled with rage, not pity
Stalk our dreams with tooth and claw
And crave for human flesh to gnaw

The Call To Arms:
“Blood for the Blood God!” Etc

In tattered shreds our broken ranks
Are swept before this flood
Of Chaos creatures come to rend our flesh
and spill our blood

I am Khorne! I am Death!
Fear my name, my icy breath!
Feel the power, a deadly chill!
When I say die, then die you will!

(repeat 1st verse, 1st chorus and “Call to Arms”)

Where are the heroes in this hour of need
Stout hearted and brave men who’ll never concede –
To the forces of Chaos – hold back their might
Who dares stand proud when the Warhammer strikes?