One hundred men Marching aside The brave For glory and fame Masses thirst For blood of the first one Who will fail In this game A mother's screaming But her son won't Revoke from the dead Crushing legs Heads on the ground When evil no longer is bound I will take you one by one March of slaughter has begun In shadows I lurk And watch your greed For death of the ninety-nine I sense your mortal Repented temptations Of being the last man alive One hundred men March into death A summoning of the brave I feel no compassion For innocent souls Victims of my craving I will take you one by one March of slaughter has begun I will take you one by one March of slaughter has begun