Let my soul be a silent storm. Conceived in the fire of war. I am the ruthless bane of a wicked world and I pray on the killing floor. When I carve my name across this place. It is to defile its vain and vile ways. With every breath like a threat for tomorrow's embrace. And the battle is my way. I will go this path alone. I will take unto my prey this I know. All others will fall. Let my will be a violent path to tear apart what's left. All hell falls down around my feet when I speak with a word of wrath. When I carve my name across this place. It is to defile its vain and vile ways. With every breath like a threat for tomorrow's embrace. And the battle is my way. I will go this path alone. I will take unto my prey this I know. All my life will sing the pain. My suffering will show. In the fight I find my name this I know. The blade of my call. One name above all. All others will fall. And the battle is my way. I will go this path alone. I will take unto my prey this I know. All my life will sing the pain. My suffering will show. In the fight I find my name this I know. The blade of my call. One name above all. All others will fall