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Forces of evil, Running at your back,

no hope for you, no turning back

Dark spirit of vengeance, rising from the grave,

theres no way in Hell that you could be saved...

Slayer of men, your deed is done,

you wont stop till the battle is won,

your sword is lightning, your sword is flame,

only the Dead know your name...

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Serving penance for your crime,

you are a victim of the time,

a curse was laid upon your head,

out of the shadow...Death Dealer...

Your sport is war, your game is man,

only a matter of time before you kill again.

Black shadow trapped in blackened helm,

wielding the axe forged in Hell.

For aeons cursed, the time has come,

to set this sorcery undone...

you have the Wizard down on his knees,

the curse is broken as he bleeds...

Chorus x2