The chase is on, the traps are set Who lets them drag me back, they're a gun The bull on a chain, it burns my name To take the beast in me I still believe in life before death It feels the fire in me I will run, till I die Under these black skies Tyrannical, a razor claw In the eye of the storm As darkness falls, the hunt goes on The hounds of hell have fixed 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, till I die Under these black skies Tyrannical, a razor claw In the eye of the storm Under these black skies In the eye of the storm I will run, till I die Under these black skies Tyrannical, a razor claw In the eye of the storm I will run, till I die Under these black skies Tyrannical, a razor claw In the eye of the storm