Tekster: Venom. The Waste Lands. Riddle Of Steel.

Hooded in the mists of time in distant lands of dust
Here they live and forge the steel that carves out human lust
Thulsa doom his flesh and bone control of all that's fake
Lifting head and staring eyes that guide the sinful snakes
The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
Armies of followers who are guided by his throne
Blindly walk to Thulsa's steps that foot the black kings home
On and on the warrior that stalks the beast that killed
The families of his friends and foe that fall unto his will
The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
Snakes that come together over palaces of pain
Gates of flesh that open up to let in acid rain
All the smells of blasphemy are deep within this hall
Writhing here in ecstasy awaiting Thulsa's call
Stretching out and forged in steel a blade drwn from his arm
Searching for the sacred neck to cure the world of harm
Slashing through the snakelike scales deep into the core
Splitting into bone and blood and settling the score
The truth that lies within the riddle of steel
Where all our lives begin the riddle of steel
Steel steel steel steel steel steel steel steel steel