Kill at Command

They came to the land, to kill at command They ride through the dark of the night Metal warrior stands over victims whose hands Grab for their last chance of life Bright shields, sharp swords, march forward for their Lord Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker Battle cries, silent screams, submerge the Devil in evil dreams Feel the blade, rulers come, meet your maker I live for the kill, I do it at will Let the weak ride back to the lair Now they will kneel to leather and steel Gasp for the last breath of air Blood runs, heads roll, enemy fear, take the soul Set the bow, rulers come, meet your maker Lash out, strike first, blood of the dead quench my thirst Feel the pain, rulers come, meet your maker A gilded warrior wonders why his fear becomes new life on high Looking down, the dead won't tell why his soul existence lives on in Hell Long live the spirit in a life that knows no end Many pass before him, many in the wind, oh