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!