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