From an old time known as ancient
There was a curse of death
That brought his unholy ways
To the land of war

His power is so wrathful
Like a serenade in the dark
He will bring his rotted poison
To the ancient kingdom of snakes

He will not stop until he is done
A population of a ruined wasteland
It's a prophecy that we had foreseen
In the scriptures of an old book

The writings had said that he would soon come
To take this land and make it his own

Now that he's here, the venom has fueled
The veins of the chosen to fight by his side
A warlord he is, a devil he is
He will be known as the serpent of Na'chan

Eleven centuries ago
This battle was envisioned
To come and take this unholy land
To a time of death

His power is so wrathful
Like a serenade in the dark
He will bring his rotted poison
To the ancient kingdom of snakes

A victory that will be soon won
The decayed bodies of a ruined wasteland
This isn't just our kingdom's battle
But a win for all eternity

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