My pale face face glows in the light of fire   My hollow eyes see but cannot see   I stare deep into the glowing inferno   The loss I feel is breaking me      I heard their screams   Through flaming walls   Walls, I could not tear down   I could not help them      Helplessly I watched my life go up in flames      I pull the sword from the glowing fire   And hammer-beat in on the anvil      Forging it with rage and hate   I will seal my enemy's fate      I ingrave the blade with magic runes   And summon Gods by sacrifice in blood   Pure blue hate shines within this sword   his magic sword will cut only once      No sword has ever been like this one   The Avenger is its name      Now my sworn enemy   Vengeance will belong to me   A year has gone by   Now my sworn enemy   It's your turn to die   It's your turn to die!      The sword cuts through his throat   His head tumbles to the ground   The headless body lays gently down   Down to sleep in a pool of blood      The Avenger has lost its shine   The magic is now drained   Dull and useless it rests in my hand   Its purpose is soon fulfilled      Now hate is gone but emptiness remains   So I turn the blade around   And run it through my stomach veins   And I fall to the ground