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Through gilded halls where thrones decay,

Where crown of iron breeds fear and pain.

Crowned by fire, bathed in blood,

Veloria’s light lost to the black.

A thousand swords for a thousand lies,

Cleanse this filth from our land.

No retreat, no end in sight,

Burn the weak, exalt the fight.

We shall purge faithless hordes!

Rise under war's blackened wing!

Flames arise

The anthem we sing!

Crave the clash, the blood, the pain!

Masters of dusk — In chaos we reign!

Pyres rise where heretics bled,

Ash and screams — prayers unsaid.

Blades decree the sacred law,

Bound in fear, they kneel in awe.

No man, no king, no steel prevails,

The storm shall judge, the flesh shall wail.

Upon the stone, the pact is sworn,

Set thunder free — let enemies fall!

When steel fails, they turn to the forbidden. Blinded by war, they decide to break the seal. In their thirst for power, they defy the gods. Veloria drowns in blood, yet still they crave more.

In void he sleeps,

In chains confined,

Sealed by gods, cursed and bound,

Evermore.

Lost in time,

Never named,

We bow, his might remains!

In chaos we reign!

We bow in fear and flame Fear and flame!

We kneel in cold disdain! We call his lost domain Lost domain!

We march through dust and pain

Dust and pain remain!

The Storm shall rise unchained...