Along deserted avenues 

Steam begins to rise 

The figures primed and ready 

Prepared for quick surprise 

He's watchin' for a sign 

His life is on the line 

Dogs whine in the alleys 

Smoke is on the wind 

From deep inside its empty shell 

A cathedral bell begins to toll 

A storm begins to grow 

Amidst the upturned burned-out cars 

The challengers await 

And in their fists clutch iron bars 

With which to seal his fate 

Across his chest is scabbards rest 

The rows of throwing knives 

Whose razor points in challenged tests 

Have finished many lives 

Now facing one another 

The stand-off eats at time 

Then all at once a silence falls 

As the bell ceases its chime 

Upon this sign the challengers 

With shrieks and cries rush forth 

The knives fly out like bullets 

Upon their deadly course 

Screams of pain and agony 

Rent the silent air 

Amidst the dying bodies 

Blood runs everywhere 

The figure stands expressionless 

Impassive and alone 

Unmoved by this victory 

And the seeds of death he's sown 

Sworn to avenge 

Condemn to Hell 

Tempt not the blade 

All fear the Sentinel