I walk the path, my sword in hand
I'm out to find the Holy Man
He's done such good it sickens me
But with my strength he shall not be

I find a town and ask his name
But every time, I get the same
"He's not here, fiend, now go away"
And every time, I make them pay

Twenty towns I've destroyed to date
To show them all my immense hate
I wish to see his painful cry
I want to see him slowly die

Our paths are crossing very soon
The prophets read it in the moon
His God has sent him on my trail
I worry not; I will not fail

He's heard my deeds; he wants me dead
The King will pay to have my head
He's gathered forces, large and strong
I lay in wait; it won't be long