Twisted Sister

he spent his life
a silent sentinel
for all to fear
he walks, he talks, he thinks, he feels,
but no dare go near
he takes in all he sees
nothing escapes his gaze
and when he strikes
he strikes for right
a glorious sight
destroyer, destroyer, destroyer
he's in town
he came to be
from a grand mistake
a mystical charade
created to decide the good
and bring repercussive aid
as awareness filled his fame
he examined those who leered
the he cleeved the air
with his fiery stare
rend all those there
destroyer, destroyer, destroyer