The sandstorm washes by
I hear his voice from the toxic air
Vicissitudes from another world
I wonder who he was
I'm endlessly chasing him
For an assassination (cough)

Someday I will come and kill you
Someday I will come and get you
The masked fiend that has been doing a mixture of red hell
Could never fool us
I have been waiting for you in this deserted land (endlessly waiting for you)