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Monstrous cacophony

Of the blackened hordes

Shook the very entrails

Of the underworld

A mist of wicked magic

Gushes from the East

Pierced souls with fiery blades

sough to plunge the world

Into eternal darkness

Beams of light through icy mountains

Spreaded fast across the land

Guided by divine assistance

Descent of the imperial might

Thy blade will sing a mournful dirge

As it falls upon their heads

Son Ammon, Alexander

Sphinxes guard your golden gates

Sailing beyond the dam of silence

Into the sea of eternal nothingness

Facing the voids of the blackest abyss

Tied to the middle mast

"Now I can hear the Sirens' song

they sing in all tones and all scales:

'THERE WILL BE NO

THEE WILL BVE NO ETERNITY'

Cover your ears

This is a song must not be heard..."

Thy blade will sing a mournful dirge

the thud of blow that lands on flesh

Son Ammon, Alexander

Sacred secrets will be kept