Den Of Iniquity

My final struggle, my last crusade.
In this den of iniquity.
I show no fear, nor hesitate.
I am the last one of my kind.

A dreadful heart, as cold as ice.
My blind rage is possessing me.
My tortured soul, my inner self,
I am the last one of my kind.

The echoes of their sins remain,
remain in fever dreams.
The echoes of their sins remain,
return in fever dreams.

I sense their fear, their silent cries.
In this den of iniquity.
Woeful eyes so full of hell.
Their vanity seals their end.

A righteous god, that gives me strength,
that loves his sheep and that slaughters them.
My blind faith, enlightening me.
Immortality, my reward.

The echoes of their sins remain,
remain in fever dreams.
The echoes of their sins remain,
return in fever dreams.

I sense their fear, their silent cries.

I try not to question my believes.
I try to hold on to my faith.
As I wander, forward to the end.
My redemption, another day done,
one step closer to the end.