Final Stand - Twisted Tower Dire

Back before the dawn of recorded history

When we were judged by honour, battle scars and deeds

I was known to all as marching death

Now there’s nowhere for you to go

Be counted, fight for victory, you shall beg

Escape my wrath, or fall to my blood greed

Die!

Or surrender, there’s a line drawn in the sand

When it’s time to run or die make your final stand

Black as midnight massacres, fuel my hate

Hollow as the forms, that now lie scattered in my wake

Smell the stench of death it’s calling me!

I’m not the hero, have I really gone insane?

Why must I take away tomorrow?

Killing dosn’t ease the pain

Only death will comfort me

Years can I make memories fade

That fateful day that blackened me

Swift as a raven I fly

Smashing down those who face me!

Save me from myself!

Come to the place below and see all the dark things

Make your final stand!