A thousand years I've roamed the plainsAnd waved the hand of doomI've seen the tears that fallLike rain from the waste and all that ruinA shadow's cast from me to youA time to claimAll that's mine, my wrath is blindThe balance is where you hangI'm the WidowMakerI'm the Lord of the WingsI'm the WidowMakerThe cries of sadness never heardFall deaf upon my earsThe stench of madness, raging warsI've seen a million yearsThe smell of sorrow fills the fieldsAnd lingers in the skyThe littered ground will swallow downThe souls that fill my eyesI'm the WidowMakerI'm the Lord of the WingsI'm the WidowMakerI'm the WidowMakerI'm the Lord of the WingsI'm the WidowMakerI'm the WidowMakerI'm the Lord of the WingsI'm the WidowMaker