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Gloomy, red sky

Rises above our heads

Grinning, flames of hatred

Dance for his men

Soldiers

Scream for him

My Lord, the last nomadic tribes bow to your will

Finally all legions are gathered around the lake of fire

They call your name

My sinners

New time begins

Your army screams revenge against the creator

And they promise tears of mud for the sons of heaven

They wait only for your last words

The suffering

Has just

Died

Like any human

Fallen

With our lord

Broken

In the crater of doom

Strong

Like your force

Yes Sir

We are

Ready dark legions

Will march against the sky

Without remorse and fear

We will die for you

Silence

The time has come

Children, give me your hands

Remember my teachings and my command

Bring me their wings and their skin

The Dragon wants to win