[Deep Operatic Moan] [Pipe Organ Intro] [Slow Droning Pipe Organ] [Gathering Choir] [Verse] [Viking Frame Drums, Heavy Marching Snare] [Staccato String Accents] We hail from Brimstone, a mountain of might, From burning waters we rule this site. A pleasure palace, now a fortress grand, An iron promise for this cursed land! [Chorus] [Full Orchestra, Wall of Sound] [Thunderous Taiko Drums, Thundering Timpani] We are Hellsbane, Lords of Brimstone! We hold the Starspires, by will alone! Lords of Brimstone, with hearts of steel, All who defy us shall learn to kneel! [Verse] The Wealdath rots, a forest of the dead, With demon whispers and a creeping dread. They fear our fury, they dread our sound, When we hunt the bastards down! [Chorus] We are Hellsbane, Lords of Brimstone! We hold the front with our steel and flesh and bone! Lords of Brimstone, now heed the call: No matter their numbers, our foes shall fall! [breakdown] [Bridge] Our Count of Brimstone, the Scourge of the Deep, Slays the Devils, while the underdark weep. He gave us a mission, a home, and a name, Now we ignite this land with our flame! [breakdown] BURRRN!!!!! [drum solo] [Chorus] We are Hellsbane, Lords of Brimstone! We laugh at death and charge into the unknown. Lords of Brimstone, it has begun! Tis time to crush them and watch the rest run! (RUN! RUN! RUN!) [Outro] Brimstone! We are Brimstone! Brimstone! We are Brimstone! Fear our fire! Fear our fire!
