The troops of doom are running wild tonight, Enslaved by the lurking, scary Chaos. Darkness is rising like the raging Nile: All is lost, the Sacred King is dead. As the shadows of time keep growing, As the temples of gold are falling, We're fading away In a meaningless fate. The Eldest Tree is burning, don't you really hear The lamentations of the strong, old priest? He's praying for the last time in the fire: All is lost, the end of time has come!