I have this feeling that my luck is none too good.
There are ruins in my past — ruins in my destiny,
And this sword here at my side don't act the way it should.
Keeps Calling me it's master,
But I feel like it's slave.
Hauling me faster and faster
To an early, early grave.
— And it howls! Oh, it howls like hell...
Well, I'm told it's my duty to fight against the law,
That there's freedom is my blade — that wizardry's my trade,
And that I was born to wade through gore.
I just want to be a lover,
Not a red-eyed screaming ghoul.
I wish it would pick another
To be it's killing tool.
— And it's cosmic song — it goes on too damn long.
Forged a million years ago.
Killing, so it's power can grow and grow.
Bringing Chaos to the world we know.
And it's using me to kill my friends,
Getting stronger and stronger so the world will end,
Forcing my mind to bend and bend and bend!
It's the evilest weapon that ever was made!
Singing for eternity.
Carving out my destiny.
And it's using — oh, it's using me...
Bringing in the lords of Chaos.
Bringing in the beasts of Hades.
Sucking out the souls of heroes.
Laying waste to lords and ladies.
There is death from the beginning to the end of time.
Death in the flames, the earth, the sky, the sea
And I am the cosmic champion. I hold the mystic sign
And the whole world's dying
And the burden's mine
And the Black Sword keeps on killing,
Doesn't care if I am willing
And it's howling — howling — howling like hell...