you remember not the woes of yesterday, nor the sorrows of
tomorrow, Child of sin you sit calmly on your throne of hate
and drown your people in morning.

the gates of hell, closed for a life time, will open when
you, great warrior, lie weeping on your death bed. 

they will take you into there breast and fill your stone
heart with such poisen, until every beat brings you such
pain.

Your eyes will play images of your darkest fears until the
tears you keep so deep inside seep down your cheeks and fill
your mouth with venom. 

hear this, my warning, change now or walk forever this land
as a damned soul. Walking the night in search of
retributation. and when your feet blister and bleed, walk
you will into the firy eyes of your victims.