The damned has fallen once more
Struck down by the bane of evil
The great curse binds him to the floor
Of the great heavens

Buried in the grave of fate
Chained to memories of the past
Sharpening his eternal hate
Once more breaks open the coffin

The coffin torn asunder
The bitter sweet air of the world
Forever vowing to stop his greatest blunder
And take over his weak mortal shell

The promise etched in blood
The pain forever carved in his skin
The past seems like a flood
Yet the vow keeps it in check