As I readied my time-worn shield

And entered my old crown

I knew what had to be done

(What had to be done)

I was not plucked by the heavens

to be trained as a warrior

I was created knowing only war



IF DEATH IS THE WINNER OF EVERY WAR

THEN IT’S DEATH THAT I’LL HAVE TO BECOME

BLACK ON TRACK, THROUGH THE GLOOM WE SOAR

THE END OF THEIR TYRANNY HAS BEGUN

ARISE MORTALS, LIKE A FLOOD OF VENGEANCE

BECOME THE LEVIATHAN, WHICH NOTHING CAN SHUN

THERE WILL BE NO HINDRANCE, ONCE THEIR TASKMASTER FALLS

AND THAT’S WHEN JUSTICE WILL BE DONE



If your hearts were really broken

You would all be dead

So even if your souls are crushed

You must comprehend

That these could be your last days

Time is running short

Follow the song of the Angel cleaver

And let my dark wings fortify you



IF DEATH IS THE WINNER OF EVERY WAR

THEN IT’S DEATH THAT I’LL HAVE TO BECOME

BLACK ON TRACK, THROUGH THE GLOOM WE SOAR

THE END OF THEIR TYRANNY HAS BEGUN

ARISE MORTALS, LIKE A FLOOD OF VENGEANCE

BECOME THE LEVIATHAN, WHICH NOTHING CAN SHUN

THERE WILL BE NO HINDRANCE, ONCE THEIR TASKMASTER FALLS

AND THAT’S WHEN JUSTICE WILL BE DONE



Fire burns many things, but it cannot touch a shadow

Let them run, let them hide, we will always be close behind

We will always be close behind



Justice will be done

Justice shall be done