I

have

this

feel-

ing

that

my

luck

is

none

too

good

This

sword

here

at

my

side

don’t

act

the

way

it

should

Keeps

call-

ing

me

its

mas-

ter,

but

I

feel

like

its

slave

Haul-

ing

me

fast-

er

and

fast-

er

to

an

ear-

ly,

ear-

ly

grave

And

it

howls!

It

howls

like

hell!

I’m

told

it’s

my

du-

ty

to

fight

a-

gainst

the

law

That

wi-

zard-

ry’s

my

trade,

and

I

was

born

to

wade

through

gore

I

just

want

to

be

a

lo-

ver,

and

not

a

red-

eyed

scream-

ing

ghoul

I

wish

it’d

picked

an-

oth-

er

to

be

its

kill-

ing

tool

Forged

a

bill-

ion

years

a-

go

Kill-

ing

so

its

power

can

grow

and

grow

Grow!

Grow!

Grow!

Grow!

Grow!

Grow!

It’s

death

from

the

be-

ginn-

ing

’til

the

end

of

time

And

I’m

the

cos-

mic

champ-

ion

and

I

hold

the

myst-

ic

sign

And

the

whole

world’s

dy-

ing,

and

the

burd-

en’s

mine

And

the

black

sword

keeps

on

kill-

ing

’til

the

end

of

time

Bring-

ing

cha-

os

to

the

world

we

know

And

it’s

us-

ing

me

to

kill

my

friends

Get-

ting

strong-

er

so

the

world

will

end

Forc-

ing

my

mind

to

bend

and

bend

I

am

the

Black

Blade

Forged

a

mill-

ion

bill-

ion

years

a-

go

My

cos-

mic

soul

it

goes

on

for

e-

ter-

ni-

ty

Carv-

ing

out

des-

ti-

ny

Bring-

ing

in

the

Lords

of

Cha-

os

Bring-

ing

up

the

Beasts

of

Ha-

des

Suck-

ing

out

the

souls

of

he-

roes

Lay-

ing

waste

to

knights

and

la-

dies

My

mast-

er

is

my

slave

Ha

ha

ha

ha

ha

ha

ha

ha

ha

ha…

You

poor

fuck-

ing

hu-

mans!