The chase is on, the traps are set

Won′t let them drag me back there again

The ball on that chain, it bears my nameTo tame the beast in me

I still believe in life before death

It fuels the fire in me

I will run 'til I die

Under these black skies

Tyrannic law, a razor claw

In the eye of the storm

As darkness falls the hunt goes on

The hounds of hell have picked up my scent

The rain pours down, I′m still running

My breath freezing the air

We may be born to astride the grave

But I will not die a slave!

I will run 'til I die

Under these black skies

Tyrannic law, a razor claw

In the eye of the storm

Under these black skies

In the eye of the storm

I will run 'til I die

Under these black skies

Tyrannic law, a razor claw

In the eye of the storm

I will run ′til I die

Under these black skies

Tyrannic law, a razor claw

In the eye of the storm