The Sentinel - Prototype

Along deserted avenues

Steam begins to rise

The figures primed and ready

Prepared for quick surprise

He's watching for a sign

His life is on the line

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel

Dogs whine in the alleys

Smoke is on the wind

From deep inside its empty shell

A cathedral bell begins

Ringing out its toll

A storm begins to grow

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel

Amidst the upturned burned-out cars

The challengers await

And in their fists clutch iron bars

With which to seal his fate

Across his chest is scabbards rest

The rows of throwing knives

Whose razor points in challenged tests

Have finished many lives

Now facing one another

The stand-off eats at time

Then all at once a silence falls

As the bell ceases its chime

Upon this sign the challengers

With shrieks and cries rush forth

The knives fly out like bullets

Upon their deadly course

Screams of pain and agony

Rent the silent air

Amidst the dying bodies

Blood runs everywhere

The figure stands expressionless

Impassive and alone

Unmoved by this victory

And the seeds of death he's sown

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel

Sworn to avenge

Condemn to hell

Tempt not the blade

All fear the sentinel