Victims - Tyranex

One hundred men

Marching aside

The brave

For glory and fame

Masses thirst

For blood of the first one

Who will fail

In this game

A mother’s screaming

But her son won’t

Revoke from the dead

Crushing legs

Heads on the ground

When evil no longer is bound

I will take you one by one

March of slaughter has begun

In shadows I lurk

And watch your greed

For death of the ninety-nine

I sense your mortal

Repented temptations

Of being the last man alive