The chase is on, the traps are set Won't let them drag me back there again The ball on that chain, it bears my name To tame the beast in me I still believe in life before death It fuels the fire in meI will run till I die Under these black skies Tyrannic law, a razor claw In the eye of the stormAs darkness falls the hunt goes on The hounds of hell have picked up my scent The rain pours down, I'm still running My breath freezing the air We may be born to astride the grave But I will not die a slave!I will run till I die Under these black skies Tyrannic law, a razor claw In the eye of the stormUnder these black skies In the eye of the stormI will run till I die Under these black skies Tyrannic law, a razor claw In the eye of the stormI will run till I die Under these black skies Tyrannic law, a razor claw In the eye of the storm
