I am death

You seek to destroy

The revenge

You are longing for

I am the leap

Into darkness

Dying of light

Everything is blackened

Do you hear the howling of the cold wind

Coming from the open gates of tyranny?

Get bent and begin marching

With one foot in the grave

This unholy war is slavery

Unceasing fire and suffering

Do you hear the howling of the cold wind

Coming from the open gates of tyranny?

This unholy war is slavery

But the grateful dead are thick

Are thick as snakes