Back before the dawn of recorded history
When we were judged by honour, battle scars and deeds
I was known to all as marching d**h
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 ma**acres, fuel my hate
Hollow as the forms, that now lie scattered in my wake
Smell the stench of d**h it's calling me!
I'm not the hero, have I really gone insane?
Why must I take away tomorrow?
k**ing dosn't ease the pain
Only d**h 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!