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Horns of war

The clash of weapon

Not to satisfy

The bloodthirst of evil

Once in march they won't

Stop till all humans

Were sent to the great gates

Of the underworld

They're superious in

Number and viciousness

They're protected by the immortal shadowlord

I'm the diamond of night

Your dowfall is sealed

This world is mine

I'm he king of all life

I'm the master

My kingdom shall come

Now and until

The end of all days

Human sorcerers

Fighting with magic might

To proect men

From the black energy

Endless days of war

They are exhausted

They no longer

Can resist the nameless beast

The last mighty spell

Thrown against (the) darkness

Thunder and fog

Everyone fears death

Unknown creatures

A battalion of immortals

Demons conjured up

From the seventh dimension

Zaraax flew over the battlefield and landed behind the walls of Dun-Terra to present

the dust of angels. But the last magician had already found his death in the astral

fire of destruction. The ;ast chance for mankind had lost it's worth. Nobody was left

to use it. They had come too late. Zoraax straightened up and set free a blasting loud

and magic scream. Faster than the wind his brothers followed his call.