The Final Battle


On bloodsoaked fields

My heart shall yield

The fruits of my greatest lust

On sharpened blades

My enemies fade 

Cut to pieces 

Crushed into dust

I conquer fear

And shed no tear

For the ashes of a dying place

I waste the foes

In this realm's death throes

I stare into my glory's face

A wretched lie

Will forever die

Its slavery now exposed

The Devil's chains

With all his stains

His bloodsoaked hands

His wicked plans

Will be revealed 

By blooddrenched swords

And shattered shields

The demons' hate

will seal their fate

this filthy lie

Of a world will die

As depravity's curse

Blackens its sky

The broken dreams

The reddened streams

The sweatsoaked beds

Of a world soon dead

The conquered beast

Will grieve me least

The birds will surely

Have their feast

The evil armies

Could never harm me

The conquered hordes

And burning fjords

This wrath unfurled

Upon this dying world

The price of sin

Is death again

No flood, but fire

To burn the liar

Then death will die

So, too, will this wretched, filthy lie


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