Mine Molten Armor - Leviathan

Winds whip past the hull

Screaming through, straight to your heart

The scent of your weakness

Excites this metal

I will meet you with war

Ignious links hiss as the winds arise

Searing fear into your heart, into your heart

The scent of your weakness

Ignites this metal

Charred remnants of foes past

Bitter taste of ash

Your whimpers feed the flame

The scent of fear, and searing flesh

I will meet you with war