The flames of power dull,
Whence came the souls of lords,
Our fire’s light engulfed and we decay forevermore.
Resplendence now reduced to former
Shadows of a radiant dominion
Cursed are those
Who stand in the way of our reign
Subsume the wretched and vile,
Betrayed within and by fate
The fire can be reclaimed
It is our destiny
Chorus:
Cast aside all ambitions of this masquerade
Reignite the fading embers of immortal flame
The witch and her daughters
Sinners and martyrs
Hath birthed a demonic plague
Oh! The end is nigh!
And only chaos remains
The streets are crowded now,
Reduced to bloody mounds
A pestilence of cascading horrors
It crumbles down, beneath the towers
Desecrating ground once hallowed
Cursed are those
Who stand in the way of our reign
Unholy acts of avarice,
Damnation for a whole race