You lumber through life's beaten path,
inhaling cobwebs, exhaling wrath.
Blood within your veins grows cold,
spirits yearn, to claim a soul.

You've given life most foolishly,
to quench a thirsting fantasy.
A bond with death be your reward,
for testing satan's mighty sword.

Time forever waits no more,
it sends a message here-to-fore.
Once locked in there is an out,
cast your lot to those about.

Never fear there'll come a day,
when someone else will walk your way,
and he shall fade into those walls,
the trap is set in Haggards' Halls.