Lirieke: Banner (The). Each Breath Haunted. Hell On A Horse.

At first bloods spill hate burns flesh to bone.
Igniting the engine of vengeance unleashing revenge on the world.
Your torture will be legend, for now and for all time.
Your torture will be legendary, even in hell.
Flee in vain, sinner scum, crawl away as vengeance comes.
Fueled by pain, smell it burn, the chains constrict as your lessons learned.
Your screeching cries for mercy fall on deaf ears,
As your throat is being grasped by the demon and you are drown in your fears.
You have all done something to die for, to feel the flame upon your face,
To see your end inside his eyes...
And tonight you die.