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When the land lies weaved in dusk

A dark storm shall arrive and

A new star shall arise to bring back

The mornings silvershine again

Recreation. The war of hatred can begin

Light fears the crimson dawn in preface of the final war

With endless hate and eternal pain bringers of torture arrives

In front of them furious raging fires burn high above the ground

The rebellion and it's force have come to recite your annihilation

Riders of the hellstorm. They command the blade

Riders of the hellstorm. Will let your blood rain

Fear their strength as the battle of hate breaks loose

Angels sent from heaven, delivered into the arms of death

Cutting heads, ripping corpse, the possess all of hells force

These armoured warriors stain blood all over the holy kingdom

Riders of the hellstorm...

Dying souls flow in a screaming stream beneath the heavens feet

By their tragedy the field is lost and the hellstorm has succeed

As the battle decrease night veils this mourning land in silence

Through the mist the morning star can be seen in it's position again

Riders of the hellstorm...