Tyrants - Black September

The abyss poured off the upper rim of the high bank

Down to a river of blood

The infamy gnawed his own flesh

The foul depth shook

The world has been steered back to chaos

What torment has brought you to this vile land

His own blood an instrument of vengeance

Drenched in blood and plunder

Lend us one who can tame our passage

To the forest of poison thorns

One who fears naught cruelty and death

Pass to the edge of the unknown

Come now death

Come at once

I prepare my final passage

The end is near

Come now death

Come at once

Descending into black air

The end is near

Lend us one who can tame our passage to the forest of poison thorns

What torment has brought you to this vile land

His own blood an instrument of vengeance

Numbers drenched in the vast ditch

These were tyrants who spent their lives drenched in blood and plunder

Lend us one who can tame our passage to the forest of poison thorns

One who fears naught cruelty and death

Pass to the edge of the unknown

Come now death

Come at once

I prepare my final passage

The end is near

Come now death

Come at once

Descending into black air

The end is near