If this should be my fond farewell I will go down fighting sending me back home back to the city of the dead
Back to my home of the black flag returning to my warrior home in glory they await their killing machine in my sweet city of the dead
The hate machines will line the streets there will be screams of mad intent and the hero's of yesterdays will kneel all will be mine in the city of the dead
The fighter elite will spill their cold blood to the glory of my return and I will sit back on my throne in my city of the dead