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In the blackest night

The fortress starts to burn

And the raid has just begun

Countless heads on spears

Adorn the balustrade

Long live the chosen one

Severed limbs

Broken bones

Corpses piling up

A carnage with

No end in sight

Slaughter in the name of glory

In the midst

Of hundred men

One is standing out

A manic grin

And empty eyes

Fearlessly he's striding through the crowd

The battle's won, the siege has ended

In the golden hall the walls are painted red

The troops of doom, they kneel before him

As the conqueror ascends the empty throne

Long live the chosen one (repeat)