live by the sword and help to contain
the helpless minds of you all
die by my hand in pools of blood
clutch yourself as you fall
children slaughtered in vain
only the words of the lord
smiles as some do his bidding
try to escape the grasp of my hand
and your life will no longer exist
the hell in which we live
we turn our heads toward the sky
on cryptic life that died
the wisdom of the wizards
black knights of hell's domain
the blood on which he feeds