My pale face face glows in the light of fire
   My hollow eyes see but cannot see
   I stare deep into the glowing inferno
   The loss I feel is breaking me
  
   I heard their screams
   Through flaming walls
   Walls, I could not tear down
   I could not help them
  
   Helplessly I watched my life go up in flames
  
   I pull the sword from the glowing fire
   And hammer-beat in on the anvil
  
   Forging it with rage and hate
   I will seal my enemy's fate
  
   I ingrave the blade with magic runes
   And summon Gods by sacrifice in blood
   Pure blue hate shines within this sword
   his magic sword will cut only once
  
   No sword has ever been like this one
   The Avenger is its name
  
   Now my sworn enemy
   Vengeance will belong to me
   A year has gone by
   Now my sworn enemy
   It's your turn to die
   It's your turn to die!
  
   The sword cuts through his throat
   His head tumbles to the ground
   The headless body lays gently down
   Down to sleep in a pool of blood
  
   The Avenger has lost its shine
   The magic is now drained
   Dull and useless it rests in my hand
   Its purpose is soon fulfilled
  
   Now hate is gone but emptiness remains
   So I turn the blade around
   And run it through my stomach veins
   And I fall to the ground