On

the

eve

of

dest-

ru-

u-

uc-

ti-

on

Fe-

roci-

ous

Hell

De-

e-

mo-

ons

Are

bound

to

be

pu-

u-

lvi-

rized

by

the

Ha-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

and

In

the

dawn

of

a

ne-

ew

li-

fe

Some

die

be-

ing

bo-

orn

de-

ead

And

the

Ri-

ver

of

Blo-

od

flows

from

the

Ha-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

and

The

one

who

can

fa-

ace

death

Must

know

what

true

li-

i-

ife's

like

It's

live

by

the

swo-

ord

of

tru-

uth

Look

out!

That's

man

who

can

cha-

a-

ange

fa-

ate

He's

called

the

Black

Swo-

o-

ords-

ma-

an

He'll

fight

'till

the

ki-

i-

ingdom

falls

by

the

Ha-

a-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

and

I-

ron

Ha-

a-

and

I-

ron

Hand