Beyond the magical Shade Gate, they arrive
 Elric, the Pale King, Yyrkon the Tyrant, to fight
 Ther in a chamber, hanging in midair, two swords
 Dreadful and fine, forged in a time no man can recall

 They finally find the swords
 Stormbringer and Mournblade
 They are fighting face to face
 As the blades come alive

 The black swords are singing their song of fighting
 The black swords are singing for joy of blood letting
 The black swords are singing for they're back to battling
 The black swords are singing
 They are singing out loud the song of the swords

 Lifting the blades of chaos, the swordmen attack
 Just like two puppets, by alien hate
 they are possessed
 Hearts are now pounding, metal is clashing, as one
 Brothers of steel are singing their will to kill

 They finally find the swords
 Stormbringer and Mournblade
 They are fighting the final duel
 and their souls are the prize

 Listen to the song of the sword

 The black swords are singing their song of fighting
 The black swords are singing for joy of blood letting
 The black swords are singing for they're back to battling
 The black swords are singing
 for souls they are craving