Carried down yet another ghostly road Of a life already lived and faded Passing yet another broken man His life in burning iron ruins His void is the thoughtless wake of others A damaged eye, bleeding black and blurred As quick as it came The face is gone Three more in its place A war is on The other rises shining in his violence His annihilation is my aim No blood is spilled Only smiles from his lips Twist his arm Bend them back, tie his legs in knots Bones should break, instead they bend To north, to south, to east and west Crush by my will Our war has bound him down In shackles of skin and bone "Beat him, bind him, fill his veins with the tranquil lead of night"