I hear no prayer for the dying, Just blood and glory to the slayer. I grow weary of this fighting, This land is it's own traitor. Darkness falls and i close my eyes, for the voice of chaos to wake me up again. You will kneel before me. I still hear the prayers and the cries. I fear my blade is not my own. From men of God to slaughter. From ancient books to Blasphemy. Darkness falls and i close my eyes, for the voice of chaos to wake me up again. You will kneel before me.