Ride, knight of dark faith From the ancient torture order Your legacy of pain and blood Has burnt the countries down
Away, in the darkness In silence I observe I've waited too many centuries To find something like yours...
...by the name of anger you slay... ...wrathman of warfare... ...your anger has no truce...
All these men believe in you They'll be there to the end No doubts, only loyalty To the leader who commands
Away, in the darkness In silence I observe I've waited too many centuries To find something like yours...
...I feel your rage in every stab Entering the human flesh And cutting heads off...
The Smell of open bodies feeds your relish And the sweet taste of hot blood over your dotted mouth.
You will never forget and forgive your battered childhood The pain increases your strength There's no end of your overcoming violence. All these heads on the walls of your home Hung as prizes of war regards and warns About your power.
All the blood shed over my ground It's been feeding me And finally yours, to close the circle Am I Satan? Am I God? I'm over all, Am I The First Evil? Open this door and continue killing, my son
...I feel your rage in every stab Entering the human flesh And cutting heads off...
The Smell of open bodies feeds your relish And the sweet taste of hot blood over your dotted mouth... too.
Come to me, come to me, come with me along the nightmare Your death will be just the beginning of a new life.
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