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Far in the distant shadows

Faint dismal sound of crying

And furious we did scream

“The mortals will all die”

Ascend the glorious warriors

From forty legions of hell

And flying winged daevas

Casting their darkest spells of fire!

The stench of sulfur is burning my eyes.

As rivers of blood beneath me steam.

For I am the prophet, whom the mortals always seen

as a feeble weakling, unworthy to reign

But tonight the moon shines from my blade.

My mark of death will never fade, forever!

Hordes of shadows, dancing upon my eyes

I bring desolation, with all the horror from beyond

“As the dark forces storm the gates of “Persepolis”, burning and devouring every human they see. The prophet walked covered in blood, and to the imperial palace he marched”

Not faraway in the distance.

I hear the cries of Darius

Fallen king of dying mites.

Behold the wrath of the immortals.

My reign will be a thousand years

Of blood spells,and winds of fire.

Deep in the heart of shadows

Long wailing sounds of crying

Victorious we did scream

The mortals will all die,in fire

“Darius and his army appear by the gates as they ambush the city . The prophet mounts “Aeshma” and to the battle he rides.”

Distance, I hear the howlings from the distance.

As Ahriman charges to our side

For we, the prophets of desolations

Our blaze of victory burning the skies

Summon the wolves to feast!