We... Have come... There stands an unwritten law By which we live That those who can not endure Will fall... Will fall away
Searing throught the void We live to hunt and you're our game We want your hell So you must fall You've been given time More than ample to prepare Be ready now For the final maul
In all of our lives We've never seen the likes of you Your petty wars Turn you into pawns And the strong shall live As has been for evermore Do not regret It is the way of all time...