Born, a messenger, son of Zeus A servant of mount Olympus A guide to the underworld Altering your perceptions of all reality A messenger of Hades, with speed he will see you dead Fear his spear The end is drawing ever near I was born, a messenger, son of Zeus A willing servant to the gods, A guide to the underworld The messenger of death Fear his spear The end is drawing ever near Now your time has finally come Peeling back your innocence Bringing you before his masters Conceived for your arrogance Now your time has finally come To peel back your innocence Bringing you before his masters Conceived for your arrogance Seek your revenge Waste his breath Waste his breath away For the destruction he's caused, with his immortality Gods of the battlefield, grant me strength To crush the will of my enemy Superhuman endurance, and immortality Power conjuring elements at thee Superhuman speed, but you can't escape Try as you might, but you can't be saved in my grasp Tormented by my blades Weaponless, you beg for your life Death will not be spared this time With severed limbs, you waste away