The eyes of the centinel
look after me
the rats run through the jail
my misery
one hundred people
died by my hands
the shine of the blade
last vision of the mutilated
inside my head
i feel the hate
the pain of an innocent
that's what i am suffering
one hundred people
died by my hands
the shine of the blade
last vision of the mutilated
The heads are rolling
under the blade
the bloody corpses
fall to the grave
The eyes of the centinel
look after me
the rats run through the jail
my misery
one hundred people
died by my hands
the shine of the blade
last vision of the mutilated
The heads are rolling
under the blade
the bloody corpses
fall to the grave