I walk this twisted road
No place to go back to
Frantic visions
Hold my perception
Leading me endlessly
To the path of the dead
Only soaking red memories
A primal scorn
My legacy of fear
Blazing feast
Conscience sealed
Will to kill
I walk this twisted road
No place to go back to
Armed for slaughter
Blast the charges away
Hold my grip strong
I shall lead them all to hell
Feeling the brain
Bursting in fire
I grasp the dead
My legacy of fear
Feeling the brain
Bursting in fire
I grasp the dead
Terror will be my final will