Harbinger of death rides forth and in his wake leaves sorrow Those who cross his bloody path disclaim their own tomorrow All terrible in his splendour with glistening axes near Raging as a God, fear and misery
Iron clad fury, the harbinger of death draws near Spreading terror through these wooded lands of fear
Harbinger rides on, scouring, flaying wrath Wields up his weaponry, carnage in his path Ripping flesh from bone with grim determination Rending limb from limb, he wreaks his devastation
Intense is the sense of doom impending The harbinger brings sentence to the crime Intense, the sense of doom is never ending Melancholy be the folly of mankind
