The chase is on, the traps are set
Won’t let them drag me back there again 
The ball on that chain, it bears my name 
To tame the beast in me 
I still believe in life before death 
It fuels the fire in me 
 
I will run ’til I die 
Under these black skies 
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm
 
As darkness falls the hunt goes on 
The hounds of the hell have picked up my scent 
The rain pours down, I’m still running 
My breath freezing the air
We may be born to astride the grave 
But I will not die a slave!

I will run ’til I die 
Under these black skies 
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm
 
Under these black skies 
In the eye of the storm
 
I will run ’til I die 
Under these black skies 
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm
 
I will run ’til I die 
Under these black skies 
Tyrannic law, a razor claw
In the eye of the storm