Along deserted avenues
  Steam begins to rise
  The figures primed and ready
  Prepared for quick surprise
  He's watching for a sign
  His life is on the line
  Dogs whine in the alleys
  Smoke is on the wind
  From deep inside its empty shell
  A cathedral bell begins
  Ringing out its toll
  A storm beings to grow
  Amidst the upturned burned-out cars
  The challengers await
  And in their fists clutch iron bars
  With which to seal his fate
  Across his chest in scabbards rest
  The rows of throwing knives
  Whose razor points in challenged tests
  Have finished many lives
  Now facing as another
  The stand-off eats at time
  Then all at once a silence falls
  As the bell ceases its chime
  The knives fly out like bullets
  Upon this sing the challengers
  With shrieks and cries rush forth
  Upon their deadly course
  Screams of pain and agony
  Rent the silent air
  Amidst the dying bodies
  Blood runs everywhere
  The figure stands expressionless
  Impassive and alone
  Unmoved by this victory
  And the seeds of death he's sown
  Sworn to avenge condemn to hell
  Tempt not the blade all fear the Sentinel