As I readied my time-worn shield And entered my old crown I knew what had to be done (What had to be done) I was not plucked by the heavens to be trained as a warrior I was created knowing only war
IF DEATH IS THE WINNER OF EVERY WAR THEN IT'S DEATH THAT I'LL HAVE TO BECOME BLACK ON TRACK, THROUGH THE GLOOM WE SOAR THE END OF THEIR TYRANNY HAS BEGUN ARISE MORTALS, LIKE A FLOOD OF VENGEANCE BECOME THE LEVIATHAN, WHICH NOTHING CAN SHUN THERE WILL BE NO HINDRANCE, ONCE THEIR TASKMASTER FALLS AND THAT'S WHEN JUSTICE WILL BE DONE
If your hearts were really broken You would all be dead So even if your souls are crushed You must comprehend That these could be your last days Time is running short Follow the song of the Angel cleaver And let my dark wings fortify you
IF DEATH IS THE WINNER OF EVERY WAR THEN IT'S DEATH THAT I'LL HAVE TO BECOME BLACK ON TRACK, THROUGH THE GLOOM WE SOAR THE END OF THEIR TYRANNY HAS BEGUN ARISE MORTALS, LIKE A FLOOD OF VENGEANCE BECOME THE LEVIATHAN, WHICH NOTHING CAN SHUN THERE WILL BE NO HINDRANCE, ONCE THEIR TASKMASTER FALLS AND THAT'S WHEN JUSTICE WILL BE DONE
Fire burns many things, but it cannot touch a shadow Let them run, let them hide, we will always be close behind We will always be close behind