Xasthur - Skybolter

Don't anger the gods
You might find yourself in the grave
The strongest of strong
All have been put to the blade
The great and the noble
Princes and kings
The power-mad rulers
Who'd thought they'd win

He drew his sword from the side
His anger was mighty
Mercy was nowhere in sight
The heavens are opened
The thunder it rings
He's riding the lightning
And the howling winds