Back before the dawn of recorded historynWhen we were judged by honour, battle scars and deedsnnI was known to all as marching deathnnNow there's nowhere for you to gonnBe counted, fight for victory, you shall begnEscape my wrath, or fall to my blood greednDie! Or surrender, there's a line drawn in the sandnnWhen it's time to run or die make your final standnnBlack as midnight massacres, fuel my hatenHollow as the forms, that now lie scattered in my wakennSmell the stench of death it's calling me!nnI'm not the hero, have I really gone insane?nWhy must I take away tomorrow?nnKilling dosn't ease the painnOnly death will comfort menYears can I make memories fadenThat fateful day that blackened menSwift as a raven I flynSmashing down those who face me!nnSave me from myself!nnCome to the place below and see all the dark thingsnMake your final stand!n