Fire Death and Fear Rotting Christ

[Verse 1]
Will I ever find out the sour of fear
The sour of scare
And walk on the entire range
If being far, of being near
I came here for breezy blood
To step on a hill of soil and mud
I walked till here to feed my spear

[Verse 2]
I obey my lordly prime
I sharpen my steel to sharpen my fear
And breaking my awe's chain
My sparkly view their dread will rare
Back to the battle where fate calls
And the smell of death slyly crawls
I sailed till here to drown my fear

[Bridge]
Darkness, dread and tear
Make each sense of death
To seem so far, so near
Fire, death and fear
I dry my wetly dreams
On shield and spear