The cries of darkness begin to be heard,
Warriors burn and their bodies are reborn into ashes.
The Lord knocks on the gates of death
lighting the black candle, he prepares for the judgement of the battle.
This is the beginning of the end!
Chaos has come, and together an insatiable lust for war.
Blood boiling in rancor, their swords get ready for battle!
With a sword in flames cutting through the enemy's heart. Coughing red blood, I am supreme in the battlefield.
I am the ultimate sovereign. And until my body turns to dust.
Is this the end of the world?
Is this our deadly writhe?
Peace was unknown to those fields.
Only a dense cloud of smoke against the moon.
Having survived till the end, I put away my sword in prayer.
Heroes have triumphed and back to the mud returned.
The blood of the battle has forever sunk deep in the ground.
This is the Apocalypse. The last writhe of our death!
I am the ultimate sovereign. And until my body turns to dust, I will rule the battlefield.
It is me who revives teh souls in hell into flames.
