I climb the stairs of the wooden stage
The silent hand of a kingdom's rage
My iron mask hides a twisted grin
The work of death is about to begin

The lords they whisper the names of the dead
I raise the steel above your head

I feel the pulse of the crowd below
I love the blood and the crimson flow
Was it justice or just a lie?
Another soul is condemned to die

A thousand eyes from the world of ghost
I am the one they hate the most

Innocent souls are screaming in hate
They're trapped in the dark behind the gate
There is no peace for the dead you've made
Until you fall by your own cold blade

A thousand eyes from the world of ghost
I am the one they hate the most

Innocent souls are screaming in hate
They're trapped in the dark behind the gate
There is no peace for the dead you've made
Until you fall by your own cold blade