Riddle of Steel, Part 2 Songtext
von Elder

The standard of the cult, and snakes of Thulsa Doom.
In the spirit of vengeance, I strike into the womb.
If the wolves will not stop me, if the mountains are tame.
Then who will stop my quest for fortune and for fame?

To the temple of flesh.
To the priests of false light.
In bereavement of strength.
In perversion of might.


Tree of wisdom, I spill my blood upon.
Crucified for vengeance, as the spirit of Crom.

Sworn to fight and die for he
Who taught the riddle of steel to me.
For Crom I light the pyre,
To cast the infidels into the fire.

Time may swallow victory.
What matters not as trees grow tall.
So raise your swords, today we fight.
Standing proud, few against all.

Yeah!