Light a candle on the darkest night
See the light that fills the room
And surrender to the dark tranquilty
To reality's so gloom

And tomorrow when the sun will rise
I will raise my sword as well
Bring it down and heads will start to fall
Blood's not red, when money's paid

Gold buys food and place to lay my head
Stained by blood of the ones I shred
In the inn alone I drink my ale
And the light of oil lamp's pale

My soul is ripped and torn appart
My lake of tears won't wash my sins
Yes, power can't be reasoned with
My sins by dawn I'll wash with blood.

By morning I will be in Hell
The only place for me to dwell
Fall on my sword right on that hill
And I will kill! Yes I Will Kill!