Black September - Tyrants

The abyss poured off the upper rim of the high bank
Down to a river of blood
The infamy gnawed his own flesh
The foul depth shook
The world has been steered back to chaos
What torment has brought you to this vile land
His own blood an instrument of vengeance
Drenched in blood and plunder
Lend us one who can tame our passage
To the forest of poison thorns
One who fears naught cruelty and death
Pass to the edge of the unknown
Come now death
Come at once
I prepare my final passage
The end is near
Come now death
Come at once Descending into black air
The end is near
Lend us one who can tame our passage to the forest of poison thorns
What torment has brought you to this vile land
His own blood an instrument of vengeance
Numbers drenched in the vast ditch
These were tyrants who spent their lives drenched in blood and plunder
Lend us one who can tame our passage to the forest of poison thorns
One who fears naught cruelty and death
Pass to the edge of the unknown
Come now death
Come at once
I prepare my final passage
The end is near
Come now death
Come at once
Descending into black air
The end is near