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A beginning needs an end for the story to be clear

But the only thing he finds is the hatred in his heart

Bound by blood and a vision that he still needs to find

Hope is smashed into pieces which he catch with broken hands

Every man is fueled by what he finds to fill all his needs

Every child is broken and he can see their golden tears

The lust for power breaks the law and will bend it to its will

Nothing longer stands as sacred and nothing left to kill

And they fear him

His darkened eyes, rides the lightning

With a smile upon his face as you

Die - the last charade

He twists his blade

In your flesh

Death by fire

Run into the night

From burning light (and it's)

Death by fire

Burn, sinner and saint

Hell at the gates (and it's)

Death by fire

Always leave a man behind

To tell them what he's done

As the gods cheer on his hatred

Grows and he looses all control

Riding on the storm as his

Screams are echoing below

Another story to be told