| For a while | |
| I been hearing, the screams of agony | |
| Like so many people dying | |
| For my eyes have seen the worst in this life, and beyond... | |
| The visions of horror from beyond spectral plains | |
| Like a noble warrior | |
| I must go to the outer realms | |
| The center of hell | |
| There I must face the unknown master of benevolence | |
| In battle... | |
| At the gates | |
| I face a path of darkness | |
| A trail I must walk alone | |
| A shield I carry, and sword in hand | |
| Faith is my courage, is all | |
| I carry in this waste land | |
| A task of bravery, | |
| I will prevail | |
| I wipe the sweat from my eyes, the visions of horror | |
| A silhouette of demons | |
| Swift as the wind they attack, the battle of destiny begins | |
| The blood and valor is beyond spectral plains | |
| I swing my sword up high, the sounds of steel collide | |
| Hand to hand we fight on, until the very last they will fall | |
| The sounds of the dying, screaming in their blood | |
| Onward I keep marching, for victory is in my wake | |
| Surrounded by darkness and dismay | |
| For what lies before me is the land of death | |
| I carry on alone into oblivion |