Power of the Maul

A thunderous roar, crafted by demons in lava from the Styx
A giant draws near. There’s no way to stop the sudden attack
The arm of the wicked crushes hills with its merciless poundings
Strength and dominion, harshness and power, destruction and death

It’s the power. It’s the power of the Maul
There’s no shelter that protects you from its blow

It’s massive and grotesque, it’s cruel and mean, it’s ordered to kill
War master of hell, obsessed by death. The weapon of triumph
Apocalyptical fate. Angels’ corruptor. The omen of assault
It’s the earth’s demolition and the Heaven’s downfall. Satanic rebirth

It’s the power. It’s the power of the Maul
There’s no shelter that protects you from its blow