The traveller lies fallen battered and bleeding  In pain upon his path  Despair his companion  No strength to go forth on his way  Death's hand is knocking  My thirsting throat desires his wine  Black shapes are mocking  They long to desecrate my mind  Death's hand is knocking  My drifting soul his eyes may find  Black death is mocking  He's reaching out his hand for mine    An agonising scream pleads the quickening of death  But only his echo returns to laugh at the broken man  And mock his crumpled form  Yet he must endure and emerge from the wastes  For denial will stagnate his soul  His judgement stained    Master i'm dying  Pain is bursting through my head  Please hear my crying  Don't let me dance among the dead  The violent scourging of christ  The gory ransom paid  Scarlet streamed his holy blood  Exalted is his name  Spirit of fire restores my sight  Mercy shown through blackest night  Alive once more to carry on  Give voice unto the skies  Emptiness within me  All i feel is freezing pain  Noxious cold burns my eyes  My weakened heart enshrined in ice  In helpless fear i cower  Pathetic my demise  Evil looms with power  Its presence i despise