Eve Of The Conqueror

Before one enters the palace of courage

You must ask yourself � "Are you ready to die?"

Are you prepared to bleed, do you know what death tastes like

Have you gazed into the blood soaked corridors of immortality

This warrior is armed to the teeth

This warrior has life and death in the palm of his hands

And sips the wine of mistaken identity

And consumes the thought � "Is this my last stand?"

Harness the beast from within

The upper hand is ours

All things sacred to you I'll smite

The primal instinct to win

For man is never truly alive

Until he has felt paralysing fear wash over him in a ruthless tide

I'm guided by the power of the pentagram

My honour, my devotion, our union...