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The tides are turning, the mists of war descend

To break the cage of sorrow's spell

Relinquish all that you perceive to be true

And place your trust only to within

I am the serpent's severed tongue

I am the venom that lies within

The darkest skies, the falling rain

I am the Tyrant, hear my name

One the mountains edge above ungodly earth

Raise your blade and proclaim to the skies

"Let the winds whip like chains across my back

And bring the thunder crashing down upon me"

No tempest will ever take me

For I have stood on the crest of doom

I turn my face towards the marching horde

And brace myself for the coming storm

The crimson curtain has fallen on our time

So we must bow before the world

And you will linger with the corpse of the earth

For on this field of war, a storm shall rise