In The Arena
The sweat it pours from your body, combat is neigh. Into the


Nice Day For A Funeral
Black suits, eyes closed, Nothing left to hear. One mistake, blame the


Prince Of Darkness
Shadows repent, while your sleeping, the demon caresses your soul. Dream


Battle Cry
Catch a fleeting glimpse then be on your way Oh the end

At All Cost
Do you see clearly The image on the wall Is true that


Be My Wench
She comes to me in the middle of the night wearing only


Bounty Hunter
I am the bastard Fallen from grace I am the nightmare Your


Bring Out The Beast
If you know what I am thinking deep inside my mind Maybe