I`ve got the reach and the teeth of a killing machine with the need to bleed when the Gate goes green, I`m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze. Put a grin on my chin, come to me. I`ll bring death to the place you`re about to be: another river of blood runnin under our feet. Forged in a fire lit long ago, Stand next to me, you`ll never stand alone. I`m last to leave, but the first to go, make me dead before you make me old. I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights: aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice..

We bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of the enemy shore, wade through the blood spilled on the floor. if another one spawns we kill some more. Bullet in the breech and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown to gasoline, if death don`t bring you fear I swear, You will fear the landing fleet, Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the devil be. In the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth, where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps. Call to the gods if we cross your path. My silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one we cast...