Soon, winter again, snowlord come.
Come and cover those grey walls.
Violence Calls!
I want his fall.
His epic fall in this evil war.
Fought to protect our ancient throne.
From this grey prison I look at you
my lost and beloved wasted holy town.
I call the prophecy’s miracle,
the thunder of the ancient book’s word.
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
of the last apocalypse!
Now, Algalord lies in the shades
of my shy mystic rainbow.
Violence Calls!
I want his fall.
His epic fall in this evil war.
Trapped behind these humid walls.
Raise all your eyes to the autumn skies,
capture the energy of that sight.
They can have fun with my limbs and bones,
but I swear my spirit will never fall.
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
of the last apocalypse!
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
We are, We are the ones.
Who’ll face the steelgods of this last apocalypse.
of the last apocalypse!