Lyrics

Raise your mugs and hear me tell,
Of fire and war and a soul from hell!
A warrior fierce, both strong and wild,
Who never bowed, nor meekly smiled!

They called him mad, they called him lost,
Yet none could match his iron cost.
Through sword and spell, through blood and sky,
The MoonKnight rose and would not die!

Ohhh, Berailga fights with fire bright,
A storm of wrath, a brawler’s might!
No chains can bind, no gods command,
The Infernal MoonKnight rules the land!

From paladin halls he walked away,
No faith nor light could make him stay.
He sought the druids, the stars so high,
Yet peace and balance made him sigh!

A master born of arcane flame,
Yet battle drove his soul insane.
He struck his masters, broke their will,
And so they cast him—banished still!

Ohhh, Berailga fights with fire bright,
A storm of wrath, a brawler’s might!
No chains can bind, no gods command,
The Infernal MoonKnight rules the land!

Across the wastes he walked alone,
Till fel-lit whispers chilled his bones.
A moon of green, a voice so deep,
A name was called from shadows steep.

"Come forth, my son, take power untamed,
Burn bright, strike fast, and rise unchained!"
Zharkoon spoke, the gift was made,
And so the MoonKnight’s path was laid.

Ohhh, Berailga fights with fire bright,
A storm of wrath, a brawler’s might!
No chains can bind, no gods command,
The Infernal MoonKnight rules the land!

Now battle sings where’er he stands,
He fights the weak with fearless hands!
A warband falls? He’ll take them all!
A single knight? He breaks them thrall!

And if you meet him, heed this well,
There’s no retreat, no tale to tell.
Fight with fire, fight with steel,
Or perish ‘neath his crushing heel!

Ohhh, Berailga fights with fire bright,
A storm of wrath, a brawler’s might!
No chains can bind, no gods command,
The Infernal MoonKnight rules the land!

(As the song ends, mugs are raised, fists slam the tables, and a final chorus erupts in drunken laughter and awe.)