I will take your final breath

And I will be your last regret

Cold blood - runs in my blackened heart

Tearing - every soul apart



Messenger of death - wields the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - hold his blade

For termination



Sin - is what I feast upon

I'm forging my crematorium

Your tomb - is waiting here for you

Welcome to my ritual



Messenger of death - wirlds the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - holds his blade

For termination



Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky



Death rides out from the storm

No time left to repent

No quarter - no escape

No line of self defence



Death rides out from the storm

In terror we confess

Our voice is heard no more

His deed is merciless



Death rides out from the storm

Deface humanity

There's no escape from this

Human calamity



Death rides out from the storm

We turn to God and cry

Ignored we turn to face

This vengeance from the sky

Messenger of death - wields the scythe

Of man's damnation

Messenger of death - holds his blade

For termination