Corruption of the innocent, in battles of the pastRevolves around an incident, in which the mold was castA case of taking orders, a madman in commandThousands upon thousands destroyed by his own handKILL: they're sent to dieKILL: no reason whyKILL: but who's to blameKILL: who'll face the shameHe's somewhere in hiding, his fate they're decidingFor years they've been hunting him downA forty year void, yet they want him destroyedThe Angel Of Death can't be foundRelies upon his allies to keep him safe and soundIn some foreign country, there's rumour he's been foundThey send special forces to grab him if they canTheir plot has been discovered, he's escaped againWanted for his war crimes by descendents of the deadNever ending search, high price on his headA weak and aging demon, he's only skin and boneBut those who carry grudgesWon't leave him alone