Stand in silence, in the presence of the modern man.

Bow at their feet and succumb to their every demand.

I must put an end to this wretched monarchy.

I bring forth a vicious path.

The spawn of agony.

I shall carve my name between their eyes.

Marked and left for dead.

Beneath the blackened skies

I can hear their cries.

Marked and left for dead


So let the cowards run for the fucking hills.

I will scatter their bones within the sky

as a monument for the whole world to see


The pack grows hungry

for the taste of their blood spill

As daylight turns to dusk and time stands still


The pack grows hungry

for the taste of their blood spill

As daylight turns to dusk and time stands still


I shall carve my name between their eyes

Marked and left for dead

Beneath the blackened skies

I can hear their cries

Marked and left for dead

I shall carve my name beneath a blackened sky

Marked and left for dead