The dawn, what of the dawnWe have come to kill, by sun or by moonEscalating from the darkest pits of hellAnd gather strength where the fire's dwellBehold, the black horsemanOn his winged steedThe prince of darkness soaring highBehold the black horsemanOn his winged steedA pitch black shadowAgainst a pale white moonThe dawn, what of the dawnWe seek the comfort of the darkThe plains of battle before us layYou will never see another dayNever Never againThe dawn, what of the dawnWe've come to kill, by sun or by moonThe dawn that you seek will fadeCan't you see this is the endThe rain of terror will fall upon theeHis voice will shatter even the bravest of heartsWhen you fall to the ground in tearsBehold his glory as you dieThe dawn, what of the dawnWe have come to kill, by sun or by moonEscalating from the darkest pits of hellAnd gather strength where the fire's dwellOur army before you will mesmerize youViolence to the artAll