I hear the sound of clashing steel
And breaking bones
Dust of burning flesh fills my lungs
Adrenaline's high and I'll surely go insane
Blood's boiling hot, burning in my veins
Call me the dead, the gun is my scythe
Thrashing through, no one will survive
I am the judge, I am the law,
I am the right hand of god
I will sort you out, it shall be done,
Waiting is over now
Time has come
One thousand dead,
A pile of corpses blocks my path
Screaming victims fire my wrath
I choose my faith, follow the words of the lord
Paradise awaits, don't fear the final court
Call me the dead, the gun is my scythe
Thrashing through, no one will survive
I will hang them infidels, burn those witches
I am sorting out the souls, designated to go to hell