Character

Let my soul be a silent storm -
conceived in the fire of war.
I am the ruthless bane of a wicked world,
and I pray on the killing floor.

When I carve my name across this place, it is -
to defile its vain and vile ways;
with every breath like a threat for tomorrow's embrace.

And the battle is my way;
I will go this path alone.
I will take unto my prey;
this I know.

All others will fall.

Let my will be a violent path -
to tear apart what's left.
All Hell falls down around my feet -
when I speak with the word of wrath.

When I carve my name across this place, it is -
to defile its vain and vile ways;
with every breath like a threat for tomorrow's embrace.

And the battle is my way;
I will go this path alone.
I will take unto my prey;
this I know.

All my life will sing the pain;
my suffering will show.
In the fight, I find my name;
this I know.

The blade of my call;
one name above all.

All others will fall.

"This I Know", Demon Hunter