My pale face face glows in the light of fire
My hollow eyes see but cannot see
I stare deep into the glowing inferno

The loss I feel is breaking me

I heard their screams

Through flaming walls
Walls, I could not tear down
I could not help them


Helplessly I watched my life go up in flames


I pull the sword from the glowing fire
And hammer-beat in on the anvil


Forging it with rage and hate
I will seal my enemy's fate


I ingrave the blade with magic runes
And summon Gods by sacrifice in blood
Pure blue hate shines within this sword

his magic sword will cut only once

No sword has ever been like this one

The Avenger is its name

Now my sworn enemy

Vengeance will belong to me
A year has gone by
Now my sworn enemy

It's your turn to die
It's your turn to die!


The sword cuts through his throat
His head tumbles to the ground
The headless body lays gently down

Down to sleep in a pool of blood

The Avenger has lost its shine

The magic is now drained
Dull and useless it rests in my hand
Its purpose is soon fulfilled


Now hate is gone but emptiness remains
So I turn the blade around

And run it through my stomach veins
And I fall to the ground