Verse 1: From the forge of blood, a monster born, Cast out in fury, to forever mourn. Skarbrand walks, a titan of rage, Exiled to chaos, a warlike stage. Once a herald, revered by the gods, Now a butcher, with no mercy, no nods. His wings are tattered, his rage untamed, The blood of his enemies, forever named. Chorus: Skarbrand, the Exiled Butcher, fierce and true, A warrior of rage, a nightmare renewed. With every swing, the heavens cry, For Skarbrand’s fury will never die. Verse 2: Banished from Khorne’s sacred hall, His fury burns, an endless call. With axes swinging, his wrath does roar, A sea of blood on the blood-soaked floor. He seeks redemption, but none can grant, For the rage within him will forever chant. Exiled and cast, but never broken, Skarbrand’s fury is never spoken. Chorus: Skarbrand, the Exiled Butcher, fierce and true, A warrior of rage, a nightmare renewed. With every swing, the heavens cry, For Skarbrand’s fury will never die. Bridge: Through the carnage and through the fire, He marches on, his wrath never tires. The skulls of the fallen, the blood of the slain, Skarbrand’s vengeance is all that remains. Chorus: Skarbrand, the Exiled Butcher, fierce and true, A warrior of rage, a nightmare renewed. With every swing, the heavens cry, For Skarbrand’s fury will never die. Outro: And when the world falls to ashes and dust, Skarbrand’s name will be the one to trust. A god exiled, but never defeated, The Exiled Butcher, forever undefeated.
