"With a loud crash the skies broke And the hordes from the darkside arrive This is it, the feared time The prophecy will be fulfilled!"
With his monstruous mount the Dark One rides Laughing maniacly as he decipates enemies with his scyte And in the moon's pale light The hordes of darkness feast on the corpses of those who died
The war rages on for 2000 years, until the end draws near The Dark One has killed Taknig Zur's all three sons And impaled their corpses with spears Dragonblood paints black the meadows once green
Blinded by hate, filled with anger Taknig Zur pulls the Sword of Creation from the spellbound ice From it's blade the venomous rays fly Sweeping out thousands at a time Through the Dark Ones chest he rams the blade Cutting his body in half, piercing his pitch-black heart
But the power of the sword is to great Too great for even the king himself All energy is sucked out of him Leaving him dead as the foe who fought him
The sword once again floats in space, in the cosmic chaos
Another world to create Another world to destroyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
