---

NOW!

From a wicked day our mother cries

and a tear felt on my wound

it heals a rotten flesh that was

removed from the bone.

Now many years have passed

but the pain still on my heart

this scars from war cannot talk

but a tale lies ahead.

A curse from hell

poisoning my mind

a necessary death

a necessary evil within.

Stranger one in a stranger place

bloody murder is in the air

death seems to be well for me,

the horsemen’s call my name.

The fourth seal has set me free

Hades is at my side

with my scythe I should kill ‘em all

your fate lies upon my hands

Death it is my name

the fourth horsemen I became.

A curse from hell

poisoning my mind

a necessary death

a necessary evil within.

Now my soul

has been transformed

Mors rider

I become