Die by My Hand - Satyricon

They ride the winds

Avoiding resistance

Choosing not to fight

Wanting to live

To lie another day

Pale figures in life

And so in death…

A painful existence

Wanting so much

Yearning to be

You know you lose

And I know it hurts

Die by my hand

As close as you’ll ever get

Die by my hand

Accept defeat and find peace

You seek the truth

That you define

Waving the flag

Of the pitiful (kind)

You could never prepare

For my battle cry

Die by my hand

As close as you’ll ever get

Die by my hand

Accept defeat and find peace