All these years have gone by Since the wise man told Of how our people must die And their souls must be sold Of how we'll fade in the dust Of how we must pay For his bloodthirsty lust On that one fateful day Why? Warrior of the damned Now our time is coming near Our souls will soon pass by What could he want from us When it's our turn to die? He'll try to make us follow He'll try to make us see He'll try to make us follow him He won't leave us be