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I am the tyrant

As thy Father’s Curse Holds the Massacre

Riding below the twilights of the Ruins

With Nothing to Contain of the meaning of decaying

In the sight of the Journey for the behemoth

Over the antichrist that rises upon warriors

Haunting the rage, Unchain the Screams

For the Final return of the winds beyond the third Massacre

Everybody Rise

The winds approaches

For the Third War I have fought

Into the state of rebirth of the dead

Watching the horsemen march like speed of light

Twisting your minds for the reaper

Usable Lucifer dominates the Strength

Pressing onward on the Dust that crumbles to the ground

At the time when Mercy meets Mayhem

The flames reaches Higher

I look Upon a light of War

For the Final Return of the Winds Beyond the Massacre