The Sentinel (* Chris Jericho, Fozzy)

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 it's empty shell A cathedral bell begins Ringing out it's 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 it's 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