Before the gates of hell 
My heart won"t shake.
My gaze will crack 
The blackness of the evil heart.
Under my mighty feet 
The hell itself will tremble. 
I am the king; I"ve come 
To torch and spill the light.

I"ll gather diamond shards
And summon ancients from the dust.
I"ll venture forth the sacred journey 
To the circles of the underworld.
The legions under my command, 
Will trample death itself.
The armies of the damned 
Won"t stand a single chance.

And in the whirls of violence 
We shall embrace our fate.
The pure feathered wings 
Will take us to the blessed lands,
Where on the rocky shore 
The light of distant stars 
Will spread before our eyes.