On a mountain of corpses Gm Banhammer sits, his coat was once blue,
Now it is red, their punishment was long due,
Now his coat is colored from the dead.
Thousands chose to stand against him, foolishly they chose their pride,
They chose all wrong, now they will all die!

Banhammer! No mercy shall be given.
Banhammer! No remorse within his heart
Banhammer! No regrets for his hammer
Banhammer! Death will do its part

They tried to stand against him, yet they did not know his strength.
The trail of blood, no one knows its length.
With weapons unjustly forged, with armors made of gold,
They thought their wealth would save them, their artifacts of old.
They expected to win the battle, they expected to last long.
How were they wrong.
For he is...

Banhammer! No mercy shall be given.
Banhammer! No remorse within his heart
Banhammer! No regrets for his hammer
Banhammer! Death will do its part

His eyes shone with zeal, his arms bulged with strength.
Not a weapon could strafe him, from the gods he were sent.
His hammer drips with blood, but he is not finished yet.
For he is...

Banhammer! No mercy shall be given.
Banhammer! No remorse within his heart
Banhammer! No regrets for his hammer
Banhammer! Death will do its part

People cheered upon his arrival, they said the time had come.
Banhammer had fought and saved what was their home.
Greatly outnumbered they defended for long,
and when he arrived they were singing this song.
For he is...

Banhammer! No mercy shall be given.
Banhammer! No remorse within his heart
Banhammer! No regrets for his hammer
Banhammer! Death will do its part

As the sun sets upon Tibia, Banhammer walks away.
In his wake lies chaos and disarray.
The fields are filled with corpses, it is quite a mess.
Where he is going next, one can only guess.
For he is...

Banhammer! No mercy shall be given.
Banhammer! No remorse within his heart
Banhammer! No regrets for his hammer
Banhammer! Death will do its part