Final Warcry

I rose from the grave with no soul to reclaim,

No mercy, no light, no forgotten name.

The blade in my fist and the howl in my chest,

Are the echoes of death that will never rest.

Born of the night, I was forged in the pain,

Torn from my past by the Ebon Blade's chain.

But they cannot leash what they cannot tame,

A beast on the hunt, consumed by the flame!

I don’t fight for kings, don’t kneel to the crown,

I kill for the thrill, I burn cities down!

No honor, no oath, no banner I raise—

Just the fury of war and the grave’s cold embrace!

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

(Final warcry sound!)

You whisper of peace—then I sharpen my blade,

There’s rot in your treaties, a lie in your trade.

Heroes fall weak when their glory turns gold,

But I’ll keep my rage ‘til the stars all grow cold.

I don’t want your thanks, don’t need your applause,

Your statues will crumble, your truths are all flaws.

The only thing pure in this cursed, bleeding land—

Is the clash of two titans with death in their hands!

No pity, no guilt, no chance to repent,

My claws are the sentence that fate never sent!

I’m not your ally, I’m not your foe—

I’m the storm that will bury all you know!

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

(Final warcry sound!)

“I don’t fear death. I fear boredom. I fear dying with nothing left to kill.

So send me your champions, your tyrants, your gods.

And if they fall like the rest…

Then you’ll know there is no saving this world from me.”

Tear the flesh

Crack the bone

Let me stand

Scarred, alone

Who will rise?

Who will fall?

Who will be

My final call!?

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

Burn me down if you think you can last!

Strike me hard, I’ll die laughing at last!

One worthy death, let it echo unbound—

I will live through this final warcry sound!

I was born where the void met the breath of a god,

Tamed a Balrog barehanded, no facade.

Broke the seal of Oblivion, Sheogorath grins,

Madness in rhythm, where the carnage begins.

Through the warp I walk with a Thousand Sons,

Paint blood runes on the moon just for fun.

From Hel to Hammerhal, I’ve handled ‘em all,

Sang dirges with Nagash, watched Aenarion fall.

Yo, they called me cursed in the lands of the North,

Till I cleaved Ymir’s kin and drank frost giants’ morph.

I whispered to Wyrms, made the Daedra kneel,

Put Vecna’s head on a pike for real.

Stormborn? Nah, I'm the storm itself,

Made Smaug choke on his gold and wealth.

Bards got scared when I entered the page,

Cause the meter goes lethal when I step on the stage.

From Azeroth’s rage to the streets of Sigil,

I bleed with the blade, not a priest with a vigil.

Draconic, demonic, tectonic breath,

I'm not searching for peace—I’m searching for death.

And when it arrives, let it never be meek—

Let the world end screaming at the havoc I speak!

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

"FINAL WARCRY SOUND!"

Where is the one who will end me in fire?

Who’ll answer my howl and match my desire?

Steel upon steel ‘til the battlefield’s drowned—

One last scream in my final warcry sound!

FINAL WARCRY SOUND!