Along deserted avenues   Steam begins to rise   The figures primed and ready   Prepared for quick surprise   He's watchin' for a sign   His life is on the line   Dogs whine in the alleys   Smoke is on the wind   From deep inside its empty shell   A cathedral bell begins to toll   A storm begins to grow       Amidst the upturned burned-out cars   The challengers await   And in their fists clutch iron bars   With which to seal his fate   Across his chest is scabbards rest   The rows of throwing knives   Whose razor points in challenged tests   Have finished many lives       Now facing one another   The stand-off eats at time   Then all at once a silence falls   As the bell ceases its chime   Upon this sign the challengers   With shrieks and cries rush forth   The knives fly out like bullets   Upon their deadly course   Screams of pain and agony   Rent the silent air   Amidst the dying bodies   Blood runs everywhere   The figure stands expressionless   Impassive and alone   Unmoved by this victory   And the seeds of death he's sown       Sworn to avenge   Condemn to Hell   Tempt not the blade   All fear the Sentinel