Deserted land, I still hear your laments, full of tears.
All the world is immersed in sorrow and fear.

Our war spirit is taking our souls to hell
Turning our souls in vestiges of a hostile age.

A black flag of badness is hoisted
in the ruins of a falling off god’s throne
the arrogant victory is feeding herself with your misfortune.

Our war spirit is taking our souls to hell
Turning our souls in vestiges of a hostile age.

And the skies were turning red
As the blood of the fallen ones.

The dark soldiers win this last battle
The time writes its history with blood
Though the world is destroyed by fire
No matter. To them kingdom it is… now!

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