Dark times lay ahead but don't you worry your head,
For soon you will know the reasons for this killing,
I suffer the rage of multitudes unwilling,
I carry the shame of legions left to bleeding,
And still I must trust the ones who gave me breathing.

At the sound of the Demon Bell they march to war,
Ready to defend the tenets of the cause,
Ready to avenge the lives savagely lost,
Troops of doom they fall into hell's jaws.

(Instrumental - "Wings For The Dying")

One by one the walls start to fall,
Two by two we're taken under siege,
Left to trade ammunition with the gods,
Feel the fire as you fall down below
[battle scream: FEEL THE FIRE!]

Faithful One of the Void,
Regain your strength and stand up to fight,
To end your plight you must restore the light.

Faithful One of the Void,
Blessed with ammunition of the gods,
In you lies the future of the Vale.

Faithful One of the Void,
Cry no more it's time to join the league,
To take our hopes onto the battlefield.

The feel of gunfire,
The battle's over and done,
The end is at hand,
We must surrender our lands.

Redemption is lost,
Our future lies in the black,
The end is at hand,
We must surrender our lands.

I look to the skies,
Fury surpasses my pain,
Where is the ammunition of the gods?
Where is the ammunition of the gods?

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