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
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