The Dark Lord in the front line,
riding his skeleton horse,
a flock of crows above him,
a glowing signum of hell on the skull.
Stardust on his boots,
and acid dripping from his mouth.
He's the king, his name is Fear,
looking for a land to build his cathedrals.
From the heart of pitch-black forests,
in the front line rides a spectre,
behind him a pack of devils,
ready to strike in an instant.
As The King Fear rides,
people line the road and bow,
alarm bells toll,
everyone waits for the sunrise.
A snake shall swallow the Sun and everything you used to love.
Skull flags shall be flying on all towers.
Next to him canters his lady,
Lady Pride in her white robes,
shatters the sould with her gentle hand,
so that it stays alive and rots in the grave.
A pale spectre with a beautiful face,
hides a dagger in its white dress.
Under a fake halo,
stabs you in the chest.
Lady Pride on her steed,
behind her hordes of spectres,
ready to loot and pillage,
a deadly smoke poisons the clouds.
They know how small we are,
how easily we sell ourselves,
Dark armies are always approaching us
to destroy the known and unknown
A snake shall swallow the Sun and everything you used to love.
Skull flags shall be flying on all towers.
Envy, too, goes with the crowd,
the most loyal fallen beauty,
gives a great impression,
as she looks like love.
Whispers sad words in your ears,
about how difficult the life is,
about how fair she is,
when she catches us un her traps.
Dark armies march throung our land,
stupidity, laziness hand in hand.
We mistake hell for paradise,
when they poison our heart.
A Dark Lord in the front line,
riding his skeleton horse,
a flock of crows above him,
the bells went silent, they're scared
A snake shall swallow the Sun and everything you used to love.
Skull flags shall be flying on all towers.
Drink to your health my friend! Let's booze!
There's a strong poison in our goblets.
Then you can make up the world and repair it.
Drink yourself to sleep, so that you'll never want to have wings...