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Long ago the Executioners
where the masters of the world
They killed, burned and destroyed
everything in their path,
Sweving and obeying only the evil lords,
But when hope for the world
and its people seems so distant,
The good lords united together
And banished with all
their strength the Executions.
Now after eons have passed,
the evil lords have begun rumors
Of summoning an executioner
from the realms of darkness,
To bring him back to life
to kill and destroy again.
But this time the powers reversed.

The ceremonial begins tonight
in this forbidden room.
The Executioner will rise once more
he will seal your doom.
Long in darkness they have called him
To bring him back from the dead.
With the powers of the evil lords
he will have your head.

In this room that seems tormented
by darkness that stands still.

I see a circle made of blood
from the victims that they've killed.
Rituals have been finished
and the silence brings us fear.
Through a sphere that's made of fire
the Executioner appears
To take your life!

Screaming evil curses
the silhouette stands that knows no fear.
He's drawing nearer.
Hungry for the blood
that drips from his axe.
Death is gleaming in his eye.
Fall to your knees
place your head upon the block.
Softly he whispers "Prepare to die".

Standing in the pool of blood
his hands soaked by the deadly sin.
Cleaning his blade as he wipes victim.
Preparing to kill the next victim.
Entering the circle
where he came to the domain
Each one the evil lords
life his to be claimed.
Now he's standing by himself
to take you to his living Hell.

The ceremonials over now
the candles burned away.
The evil lords feared for their live
to dust they blow away.
Little did they know
that when the called him to appear,
One by one their lives are his,
now they die in fear.

He's come for your life.

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