The Sentinel

Along deserted avenues
 Steam begins to rise
 The figures primed and ready
 Prepared for quick surprise
 He's watching for a sign
 His life is on the line
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel
 Dogs whine in the alleys
 Smoke is on the wind
 From deep inside its empty shell
 A cathedral bell begins
 Ringing out its toll
 A storm begins to grow
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel
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 Amidst the upturned burned-out cars
 The challengers await
 And in their fists clutch iron bars
 With which to seal his fate
 Across his chest in scabbards rest
 The rows of throwing knives
 Whose razor points in challenged tests
 Have finished many lives
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 Now facing one another
 The stand-off eats at time
 Then all at once a silence falls
 As the bell ceases its chime
 Upon this sign, the challengers
 With shrieks and cries rush forth
 The knives fly out like bullets
 Upon their deadly course
 Screams of pain and agony
 Rend the silent air
 Amidst the dying bodies
 Blood runs everywhere
 The figure stands expressionless
 Impassive and alone
 Unmoved by this victory
 And the seeds of death he's sown
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel
 Sworn to avenge
 Condemned to Hell
 Tempt not the blade
 All fear the Sentinel