King of the Race without a name
galloping hard across the moor
Past great menhirs to hells door
Seeking the witch down Dagons moor

In my mind's eye, I watch my people die
scattered like chaff in the storm I ride

I won't see my world in chains
while my fists can still grip steel
I will go to the worms of the earth
and I'll strike my unholy deal
I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder Of The Black
Stone
For victory I would taint my soul, throw myself in the demons
hold
I won't break and I alone, I will be the Finder Of The Black
Stone

Finder Of The Black Stone

There were woman down a Dagons Moor
Atla holds the key to hells door
To taste a kiss only a king can give
She will tell me where the black stone is hid

Night fall comes and the deal is sealed
The black stone's power shall be mine to wield

I won't see my world in chains while my fists can still grip
steel
I will go to the worms of the earth and I'll strike my unholy
deal
My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder Of
The Black Stone
For vengeance I would taint my soul, throw myself in the
demons hold
My kin won't wear the yoke of Rome, I will be the Finder Of
The Black Stone

Finder Of The Black Stone

Down in the earth blacker than night
on an altar of human skulls a light

Carved in cryptic runes the stone
before days when demons left men alone
To see the object they worship again
The demons agree to crush the Roman men

I won't see my world in chains while my fists
can still grip steel
I have gone to the worms of the earth
and I struck my unholy deal
-aca