| Song | Warmaster |
| Artist | Susperia |
| Album | Vindication |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Athera, Cyrus | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Enter the castle, reclaim your name | |
| Open the door for him, beg for mercy | |
| Recklesness shines through his eyes | |
| Every bit of him cold as moonlight | |
| By the end of the day you`ll all be dead | |
| Doesn`t matter how much you adore him | |
| He will still strike you hard | |
| Whenever the master speak | |
| The soil shakes, the beast awaits | |
| The fields are his to claim again | |
| Step down and worship the | |
| Warmaster | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| And beg for forgiveness not | |
| Your prayers makes it worse | |
| As the coming of masters | |
| Brings times and tales of chaos | |
| Downfall, a play it is | |
| Doomed are the blessed | |
| Whichever path you choose | |
| You will forever be posessed | |
| A game of hazardous battles | |
| And blood for reward | |
| The ultimate weapon | |
| Is back in the masters horde | |
| Warmaster |
| zuo qu : Athera, Cyrus | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Enter the castle, reclaim your name | |
| Open the door for him, beg for mercy | |
| Recklesness shines through his eyes | |
| Every bit of him cold as moonlight | |
| By the end of the day you ll all be dead | |
| Doesn t matter how much you adore him | |
| He will still strike you hard | |
| Whenever the master speak | |
| The soil shakes, the beast awaits | |
| The fields are his to claim again | |
| Step down and worship the | |
| Warmaster | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| And beg for forgiveness not | |
| Your prayers makes it worse | |
| As the coming of masters | |
| Brings times and tales of chaos | |
| Downfall, a play it is | |
| Doomed are the blessed | |
| Whichever path you choose | |
| You will forever be posessed | |
| A game of hazardous battles | |
| And blood for reward | |
| The ultimate weapon | |
| Is back in the masters horde | |
| Warmaster |
| zuò qǔ : Athera, Cyrus | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| You that walk in the night | |
| You are afraid of the light | |
| From a glorious, fearless knight | |
| To a shadow of a man, beaten in a fight | |
| Once granted the power of steel | |
| The promise you made, never to kneal | |
| Enter the castle, reclaim your name | |
| Open the door for him, beg for mercy | |
| Recklesness shines through his eyes | |
| Every bit of him cold as moonlight | |
| By the end of the day you ll all be dead | |
| Doesn t matter how much you adore him | |
| He will still strike you hard | |
| Whenever the master speak | |
| The soil shakes, the beast awaits | |
| The fields are his to claim again | |
| Step down and worship the | |
| Warmaster | |
| Great warriors you slayed | |
| Upon their crosses they prayed | |
| With one stroke of your sword death they would feel | |
| And beg for forgiveness not | |
| Your prayers makes it worse | |
| As the coming of masters | |
| Brings times and tales of chaos | |
| Downfall, a play it is | |
| Doomed are the blessed | |
| Whichever path you choose | |
| You will forever be posessed | |
| A game of hazardous battles | |
| And blood for reward | |
| The ultimate weapon | |
| Is back in the masters horde | |
| Warmaster |