When man's heart is full of deciet
It burns up, dies
And a dark shadows falls over his soul
From the ashes of a once great man, has risen a curse
A wrong that must be righted
We look to the skies for a vindicator, someone to strike fear into the black hearts
of the sane man who created him The battle between good, and evil has begun
Against an army of shadows, lies the dark warrior
The prevailer of good
With a voice of silence
And a mission of justice
This is Sting