| Carried down yet another ghostly road | |
| Of a life already lived and faded | |
| Passing yet another broken man | |
| His life in burning iron ruins | |
| His void is the thoughtless wake of others | |
| A damaged eye, bleeding black and blurred | |
| As quick as it came | |
| The face is gone | |
| Three more in its place | |
| A war is on | |
| The other rises | |
| shining in his violence | |
| His annihilation is my aim | |
| No blood is spilled | |
| Only smiles from his lips | |
| Twist his arm | |
| Bend them back, tie his legs in knots | |
| Bones should break, instead they bend | |
| To north, to south, to east and west | |
| Crush by my will | |
| Our war has bound him down | |
| In shackles of skin and bone | |
| "Beat him, bind him, fill his veins with the tranquil lead of night" |