The ancient parchment’s last chapter
Tells thee of a story dark and bitter
Where demons born in pure darkness
Devoured the false prophets of Christ
Yet still the oath remains sacred
And the cross – untouched by force
Soon the Black Lord shall retrieve his throne
Thus this kingdom will drown in silence
None are worthy of his mercy
All mortals shall meet their demise
Once we chant total destruction
No light will fall on their eyes
Armed with bloodthirsty steel
The people awaken from untruth
And in this chaotic battle
Father dies from the hands of his son
None are worthy of his mercy
All mortals shall meet their demise
Once we chant total destruction
No light will fall on their eyes
The final page of this nocturnal fable
Tells thee a story soaked with tears
Where the demons danced in the blizzard
As the warriors slept in the snow
Thus the tale was told
And the Black Lord is pleased
For the native blood is spilled
And death adorns these weary grounds