I approached the prophets about our case laid the price down of our fate I stated who am i and where is he I fear only d**h will stop me (pc) I've had his blood and I have drank their wine I've treaded mountains high to make him mine (and) when my black sea dares to part you'll find the heart of an angry man when these four walls fall down Bone and flesh cast aside we'll stand on holy ground Out of color rather out of sorts I plagued the dark ones with names of his cohorts prayed to the gods and praised the dead see, I've got a lot to give yet have nothing left (PCpt 2) my soul is tired I can never forget (and) when my black sea dares to part you'll find the heart of an angry man when these four walls fall down we'll stand on holy ground