My thoughts are dark they speak of deep anger among the tombstones, i walk.
the remains of my people is entombed here. there's no one left - but me.
i have sworn by my own blood that this undoing will be revenged
by my fathers sword. i will speak to the god of war
and my hail shall be heard
i will hunt these weak infidels. my people's souls must be
given their rest, they must be given their rest, i will hunt!
through sorrow and hatred i will gather my strength
never shall i rest, until my dying day i will hunt!