Left for dead, when you struck me down
another one, crushed under your crown
But my heart still beats from underground
In this abyss, my technique becomes sound
What kind of man do you think I am
What kind of man do you think I am
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
But I return like the prodigal son
And I will rise again in time, cause
I've been biding my time, just watching and waiting
To strike from the darkness, when you are most lax
A nameless one that will bring your doom
My return is now in full bloom
A ghost from the past, who has to come back to
reclaim his place with a mask on his face
Strike in the night and you leave like a dream
You cannot kill what you cannot see
A legend from far away will come to ask the question,
Champion, where will he lead from here