Cold heart hammering hard, no sanctuary to find
Death stands firm and tall, bell cracks its iron spine

The hunter and the hunted
Closing in, poised to sting, ring of fear
Circle of pounding death
Counting ribs, weighing blood, searching the sky

Solemn black manner
Blood-drenched banned whips in the jagged wind
Sour milk, blackened flesh
Deciduous forest, devoid of life

Burning hate, flaming sword
Repeatedly severing the heads of the hydra
Stalemate, corrosion
Stillborn resistance, unquenchable thirst

Now see the Rope of Regret, around the Partisan neck

Dead eyes glowing cold, no sanctuary to find
Breathing damp and mould, through hell with a firm smile

Hunting high and low
Sowing seeds of blood, deep into the folk soul
Bonfires burning bright
Kingdom come! Kingdom gone, praised be the flame
Buzzard feathers swirl
Ruthless night and fog merging together
Murky waters flow
Sulphurous skies, sulphurous cries, funeral daze

New-sprung world of blades
Apocalyptic raids throughout the nations
Black breath, hand of death
Iron wills, blood red hills, sweat and decay

Now see the Rope of Regret, around the Partisan neck
Now see the Rope of Regret, around the Partisan neck