Longley awaited is the day, the day of revenge Driven from faith in myself I will be the messenger of death Fear and scare I want to spread I will bring decline and decay Despair and prayers do not help The executor is there – my sword Will penetrate your poisoned flesh And the sap of life Will flow out of wounds Expect no mercy The end is hear To fulfill the legacy is my aim I under the banner of strength and power I will walk like an evil shadow I abhor your weakness, your lies No right to eke Out your existence Near me Immolation of the weak