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In the distance I hear

the thunder of drums,

The call to war approaches

I strike the steel with harnessed rage

The end of time approaches

The cosmos will be no more

Howling and snarling are they

The wolves who march to war

Crafting the tool of cosmic destruction

The blade of flame, manifested terror

Locked away in the realm of Fire

The sword of flame lies wait

A pale guardian stands watch

With nine locks, Sinmara waits

Crafting the tool of cosmic destruction

The blade of flame, manifested terror

When the locks are opened

Chaos will descend

The Black One's wrath

The flaming sword their end

With fire and victorious weapons

The cosmic forces fall

Blood stains the heavens

May darkness consume you all

No longer imprisoned in chains

In freedom I seek vengeance

I smell the blood of my enemies

Death, the payment for my suffering

The smell of burnt flesh fills the air

Their cries like thunder across the heavens

One by one they fall before me

Food for the wolves of war

I have wrought my vengeance

Chaos reigns forever more

Crafting the tool of cosmic destruction

The blade of flame, manifested terror