Along deserted avenues
Steam begins to rise
The figures primed and ready

Prepared for quick surprise
He's watchin' for a sign
His life is on the line


Sworn to avenge
Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel


Dogs whine in the alleys
Smoke is on the wind
From deep inside its empty shell

A cathedral bell begins
Sending out its toll
A storm begins to grow


Sworn to avenge
Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel


Amidst the upturned burned-out cars
The challengers await
And in their fists clutch iron bars

With which to seal his fate
Across his chest is scabbards rest
The rows of throwing knives

Whose razor points in challenged tests
Have finished many lives


Now facing one another
The stand-off eats at time
Then all at once a silence falls

As the bell ceases its chime
Upon this sign the challengers
With shrieks and cries rush forth

The knives fly out like bullets
Upon their deadly course
Screams of pain and agony

Rent the silent air
Amidst the dying bodies
Blood runs everywhere

The figure stands expressionless
Impassive and alone
Unmoved by this victory

And the seeds of death he's sown

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell
Tempt not the blade
All fear the Sentinel