Back before the dawn of recorded history
When we were judged by honour, battle scars and deeds
I was known to all as marching death
Now there's nowhere for you to go
Be counted, fight for victory, you shall beg
Escape my wrath, or fall to my blood greed
Die! Or surrender, there's a line drawn in the sand
When it's time to run or die make your final stand
Black as midnight massacres, fuel my hate
Hollow as the forms, that now lie scattered in my wake
Smell the stench of death it's calling me!
I'm not the hero, have I really gone insane?
Why must I take away tomorrow?
Killing dosn't ease the pain
Only death will comfort me
Years can I make memories fade
That fateful day that blackened me
Swift as a raven I fly
Smashing down those who face me!
Save me from myself!
Come to the place below and see all the dark things
Make your final stand!