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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