He holds the rank of commander, bloodied fist to the sky
Aiming his power like a gun, he cries
Smashing down the enemy death blows fell like rain
To ris above the screaming hordes and chase the invaders back to hell again
With the iron fist of justice pounding on his side
He smites the blow that lays them low
and finally turns the tide
Penance for his past sins, a prowler in the night
Revenge on the flesh of those who died an army of one prepared to show their might.
One he strikes he can't hold back the blood biols in his veins
His steel shines bright and then he attacks,
again and again and again
Avenging angels arms with truth enforcing his commands
Swords and shields and battlefields and frenzied hellions shrieking like the damned.
Feel the thunder shake you bones, crack the bloody sky
Listen to their dying moans, none are left alive
Smashing down the enemy death blows fell like rain
To rie above the screaming hordes and chase the invaders back to hell again