Baskadia

Death and I

Death in the land living

Living in the land of the dead

Death has come again

On his chariot of fire

Walking down the streets

Looking for its next victim

I'm walking down the streets

Oblivious

Death and I

Meet face to face

On the battle ground of blood

Fighting

Clashing

Until one prevails

Death,

may be strong

But,

I'm stronger

Finally

When the sun sets to the west

And

The moon rises at night

I emerge victorious

I

Have conquered death

Lone wolf