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Tales of Sunbursts in the sky, bringing our world to ruin

A final whimper, a sigh of exhaustion

and villages turned to dust

Maniacs playing games with our realm

The heir apparent is well aware

We are the warriors who brings peace to the land

But we pay the final toll.

Will you remember these final days?

Glory and hope is the only way

No time to wait, no godsend for hope,

these days will measure the worth of our lives

Troubadours of the final quarrel

Take our place at the end of time

Ragnarok or Kali yuga

Victims of fate for the end of time

The Bastards swine are not pour for glory

Their final battle is nigh

Through flames and poison and scarlet death

But our tales will forever ring on

We come from the hard side of

cobblestone streets

Armor-dad, we are ready to fight

Hold up your talisman,

hold up your sword

And always keep your heat pure

Troubadours of the final quarrel

Take our place at the end of time

Ragnarok or Kali yuga

Victims of fate for the end of time

We retreat far below to the core of our realm

Gather your strength of heart and

soul, of force and iron will