Sterile lands under hoofs Horses are running to the North Fires on the houses roofs The Validity is true or false Not important! They are messengers of darkness Servants of dusk Masters of sleeplessness
Blood on the swords Fresh meat for beasts Screams and agonal words Guts and dead eyes for feasts
Discovering new pain for your soul Slowly die from wounds and howl
Horses and riders are flying Flight above the burning grounds Forces of Light are arriving But broken towns they found Battle of World! Deadly cold with flame Resisting to lights Fire and Sword will blame
Blood on the swords Fresh meat for beasts Screams and agonal words Guts and dead eyes for feasts
This final battle is human’s dreams I’m hearing her screams! This final battle is new life We will stay alive!