3 Inches Of Blood - Swordmaster

Born with shining steel in hand, fighting's all you know Mastering the blade, to kill those who betray With skill and deadly grace, severed heads erase A wrong that has been done, only death can overcome Master of the blade, wielder of the steel With iron fury, killer fire and speed With his mighty sword he reaps his vengeance Coming from the depths to right a wrong From the depths of Hell To deal his wrath Swordmaster, bounty hunter for the damned Stand and fight - kill or die His blade is gleaming and from it blood is streaming None shall survive beyond the light of dawn None shall survive beyond morning light Vengeance served with cold delight, bodies split in two Bone and sinew spray for debts that come to be repaid Bloodlust in your mind, the painful truth is what they'll find The course is at an end, to Hell is where he sends you Swordmaster, bounty hunter for the damned Stand and fight - kill or die The master moves on, keeping the balance of the world Crusher of souls and ruler of Hell