[Female hyena vocal shrieking with wild laughter:] "It's my Accur-sed Black FUCKIN' Claymore!!! Yi haaaaaaaaaa!" [Verse 1, feral female hyena with crust punk shrieks] It HANGS across my back like a fuckin' shadow from the stars A whisper forged in fire, sealed behind ten thousand bars Fuckin' faces twist along its length, they moan but fuckin' never speak They pulse in blazing torment, their silence split by fuckin' shrieks [Verse 2, feral female hyena with crust punk shrieks] It writhes against the night when the fuckin' bones begin to rise When fuckin' sockets glare like lanterns lit in empty, endless skies No forge could hold its fuckin' heat, no chain could bind its weight It rings with cursed momentum at the fuckin' iron doors of fate Yaaaaaaaa! [Chorus, feral female hyena lead vocal, harmonized backing vocal of ethereal 1960s follk musician nuns] Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' Forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) [Instrumental interlude] [Female hyena vocal:] "This claymore fuckin' NEVER shuts up! Ha haaaaa!" [Verse 3] It fuckin' howls through splintered ribs when the rattling hosts appear Each arc a wail of fury made for skeletons to fear It dances like a fuckin' banshee in my spotted fuckin' hand And leaves behind a cinder where the bone-white legions stand [Instrumental interlude, blistering banjo over an ethereal hurdy gurdy] [Bridge, feral female hyena vocals] It fuckin' sings in smoke It fuckin' cries in flame No one who fuckin' hears Leaves quite the same... (...quite the fuckin' same...) [Chorus] Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) [Chorus] Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... [Outro] Fuchsia flame and shadows roll... Fuckin' fuchsia flame and shadows roll... FUCKIN' ONE THOUSAND SOULS... ONE THOUSAND fuckin' SOULS!!! [Final Chorus] Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... (Blazing with its occult coals) Accur-sed Black Claymore... (Fuckin' forged from one thousand souls) Accur-sed Screaming Sword... [Eerie hurdy-gurdy instrumental finale with occult banjo interlude]
