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We are here, in a trench

Of bones and entrails

An infernal swamp which hosts

The last war of evil

I, the Fallen, will change my name

Drink the blood from my chalice

Get trodden by hordes of hell

My crusade, the last effort

The sound of my march

Scorching wind of change

These forgotten lands united

I will be their lord

I will become the true God

My blow burns their flesh

And the stifling air

The last rebels scream

And crumble in my hands

Creation, the only real peace

Embraces the new true faith

Maybe the owner will save your soul

My crusade the last effort

The strikes of my wings

Scorching wind of change

These infernal tribes united

I will be their lord

I will become the true God