All laughter shall die away Your Death quickened by his gaze Grim face foretells your fate The display of his unspeakable hate Every living thing must fear Insidious death doth deliver The shadow creeps across the realms into the depths of your souls For even in the hallowed places He shall discover the retreated Reaver of the Souls Stare into the hearts of cursed ones Blackened iron helm See your eyes penetrate into the hearts of the damned Lord of the Dead Beckon to the living with thy chill Blood shall be shed Beckon to the living with thy gaze By his black face is all defiled His Gaze shall wipe away their smiles To him, all happiness is vile His Gaze shall wipe away their smiles