Blade in hand, wielding steel
End you all, take the field
Breaking bones, swing blunted sword
Fuels my lust for blood even more
I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death
In this arena, my will be done
A plague of violence on this kingdom
Shattering shield, breaking spear
Carving a swathe, your end is near
I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death
Reddened soil where your champion lies
A gutted horse rolling bloodshot eyes
Gilded coward fled, got his skull caved in
The king is dead, now the slaughter begins
I smell the fear
I strike true
Rending metal and flesh
I am your death
I am your death