[Verse 1] From the wastes of war he rises, a terror clad in steel, His axe sings death, his hound runs wild, all mortals forced to kneel. A chosen hand of Khorne, unbroken, bathed in red, With every foe that dares to stand, he reaps another head! [Chorus] Arbaal! Arbaal! The undefeated warlord calls! Blood will rain, skulls will fall, beneath his axe they crawl! Slayer of kings, butcher divine, the storm of battle’s tide! Arbaal! Arbaal! The Blood God's chosen rides! [Verse 2] Through the slaughter, through the screams, his wrath ignites the night, None can match his fury’s flame, none can stand and fight. His warhound feasts on broken flesh, his axe splits shields in twain, For Khorne he walks the path of death, the world drowned in pain! [Chorus] Arbaal! Arbaal! The undefeated warlord calls! Blood will rain, skulls will fall, beneath his axe they crawl! Slayer of kings, butcher divine, the storm of battle’s tide! Arbaal! Arbaal! The Blood God's chosen rides! [Bridge] No mercy, no retreat, no chains can bind his wrath, Upon the bones of fallen foes, he carves his crimson path. The Eightfold Star, his beacon bright, his name forever known, For in his wake, destruction reigns, a throne of skulls is sown! [Final Chorus] Arbaal! Arbaal! The undefeated warlord calls! Blood will rain, skulls will fall, beneath his axe they crawl! Slayer of kings, butcher divine, the storm of battle’s tide! Arbaal! Arbaal! The Blood God's chosen rides!
