Mighty the muscle of unmerciful momentum Taking names, keeping pace, rhythmic with the arms of father time Back to rehash an ancient scribe just moments away You can taste it The blood of the forsaken Dying a thousands deaths Ravished by the beast Whilst storms blow in from the east With messages of pale horses and unrelenting fate Demanding blood to cleanse the land and to burn the stakes Fear tantalizes Exhilarates All the kings men take their place and prepare to battle the cycles history incessantly recreates