The Sentinel

Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick surprise He's watchin' for a sign His life is on the line Dogs whine in the alleys Smoke is on the wind From deep inside its empty shell A cathedral bell begins to toll A storm begins to grow 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…