Awake, the Spartan king And lead a victorious army! Fill with red battlefields For power and for glory.
She said “How much is enough? When will it end, Kratos?” Almost no one on earth Can stop the legendary king.
You’re leading your tribe And slaughtering in fury But the gloomy day has come – War hammer shows you the death Man prayed to the god “Protect me, oh, Ares!” Becoming enslaved as The Ares’ deadly doll!
Arise, the Mighty one Ashen skin looks like winter. The Chaos Blades you have And god ov war is guilty!
How long will the grief last? How much your soul can carry it? Great abyss’ filthy seeds Cannot impede the Wargod’s foe!
You strove against undead, Dismembered evil Hydra But chains ov the blades Take roots inside your arms You’ve killed Cyclops Mutilated the Minotaur But death ov the family Take roots inside your greedy mind
Kratos and God ov War! Ares and Mortal one…
Down! You descended lower Streams ov black and red are flowing – through the Hades Lore!
So the Final Battle must begin Do you think it can set your soul Free?!
– No, no, NO!!!
… and the Throne ov the War God now belongs to you, the Ghost ov Sparta So what do you want? So what can you do? Kratos, who are you now?