Lord of the Blades

Red sand sleeps beneath a bloodshot sky Ancient names burn in the valley wind Holocrons flicker like a watchful eye From the tombs, one voice calls again… “Hord…” Korriban remembers every scar you carved Every rival that your hunger halved Blades sang red in the dust and storm You wrote the Code in a darker form Masks and ghosts in the shattered halls Fear still crawls on the crimson walls Whispers sharpen every breath we take “Power is the only truth that doesn’t break” Step by step down the obsidian stair Every footfall says you’re still there In the dark where the living can’t see Your legend cuts deeper than any blade can be Tulak Hord, Lord of the Blades Carved your name in a thousand graves From the dust of Korriban you roar Every swing shakes galaxies at war Tulak Hord, nightmare king of the sword Every Sith that rises walks your ward When the red sun dies and the stars go cold Your hate lives on, your story retold Ho-rd! Ho-rd! Raise those sabers to the dark-lord’s word Ho-rd! Ho-rd! Every cut’s a hymn to Tulak Hord Legends say you mastered every art of pain Turned a simple duel to a hurricane One against armies in the choking sand Every fallen foe just fed your hand Holos can’t contain what your rage became Teachers turned to ash just to say your name Even now in legends we seek your tomb Chasing power in the shadow of your doom Step by step where the living won’t tread Hear that echo in the back of your head “Fear me, serve me, or be swept away” The Lord of Hate is watching every play Tulak Hord, Lord of the Blades Carved your name in a thousand graves From the dust of Korriban you roar Every swing shakes galaxies at war Tulak Hord, nightmare king of the sword Every Sith that rises walks your ward When the red sun dies and the stars go cold Your hate lives on, your story retold Close your eyes, feel the sand in your veins Hear the cries of a hundred slain Every step you take in the dark-side’s core You’re walking where Tulak walked before There’s a price for every secret you hoard Every chord of power leads back to Hord Tulak Hord, Lord of the Blades Drag our fate through the star-lit shades Through the Valley of the Dark Lords’ roar Your shadow cuts deeper than Sith before Tulak Hord, write our names in the stone Make our fear and fury both your own When the last twin suns over Korriban fall We’ll still hear your rage in the ancient hall Red sand sleeps, but the hate stays warm In every Sith dream you still take form Whispered through the ages like a single word… “Tulak… Hord…”