In the beginning the sun burned in the sky
I felt the hate — in the air
There were lots of men waiting to fight
When the sun goes down
Their souls — wait in hell
I see the land and feel the future
I look into the dark see death like never before
No one wants to die no one wants to kill
But everyone will do it — what madness
The good times of life are far away
Tell me the reason for these days for this hate
I see the first man falling
The next one is bleeding out
The third is dying under the sword
In the end they all — are creeping in the gore
I bring death to everyone
If it seems that he wants my life
I will award him the prize of his death
Cause I’m alive and he’s gone down