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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