Ashmolean - The Black Tormentor Of Doom

I'm running trough the dark forrest
because they are looking for me
Everywhere I go, I hear my name
I can't face it anymore, because my death is near

I feel the breath of the hunters in my neck
it is like the dying season has come
I look at the black sky and close my eyes
I cry for help

And the black tormentor of doom comes down
he has no mercy and kills them one by one
then he takes my soul and flys far away

The greathorn of victory was made
I can live in peace now