They came to the land, to kill on command. 
They ride through the dark of the night. 
Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands 
Grab for their last chance of life. 

Bright shields! sharp swords! 
March forward for their Lord. 
Set the bow, rulers come 
Meet your maker. 
Battle cries! silent screams! 
Submerge the Devil in evil dreams 
Feel the blade, rulers come 
Meet your maker. 

I live for the kill, I do it at will 
Let the weak ride back to the lair. 
Now they will kneel to leather and steel 
Gasp for the last breath of air. 

Blood runs! heads roll! 
Enemy fear, take the soul 
Set the bow, rulers come 
Meet your maker. 
Lash out! strike first! 
Blood of the dead quench my thirst 
Feel the pain, rulers come 
Meet your maker. 

Oh oh ooooooooooooooo 

A gilded warrior wonders why... 
His fear becomes new life on high..