Upon a hilltop, surrounded by flame In my fist clenched a blade from blackened crystal Grown before me the endless fields of carnage And behind me the whore on her throne It has begun... Battles rage in the infernal depth – the war of domination Seven lords and ladies, Sovereigns of the demon thrones. All made with power lust Armies of fire and brimstone, the wailing dead and their kin Legions of bloodthirsty demons, above on leathery wings Howls of the cursed and battle cries of Those who've been fallen in battle before Are the signs of attack on this night Through the blackness and the screams, into the fray I charge Claiming head after head, piles of the dead behind me Battles rage in the infernal depth (Betrayal and treachery) Voice of the whore: "Give back to me, all your power, all your sweet, sweet power As I once gave you life, now I sentence you to die What was yours is now mine again And I leave you powerless..." I am a warrior, I've always been. Mighty and proud, destined to win In my hand I hold a weapon, a blade of crystal black With blood in my eyes I rush to attack In the heat of battle, I'm in her back, with one fell stab And then I'm drinking her blood. Drowning in her blood Battles rage in the infernal depth – the war of domination (This power is burning within me, all turns black before my eyes And I can hear it as the mirror shatters and the gates are closed...)