The baton of death was relayed

[xomputer]

 

[Mr. H.]

The fist will run, grasp metal to gun.
The spirit sings in crashing tones,
We gain the battle drum.
Our cries will shrill, the air will moan and crash into the dawn.
The pen won't stay the demon's wings,
The hour approaches pounding out the Devil's sermon.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bokts36Snws]Yes - The Gates of Delirium [part 1] - YouTube[/ame]