Long ago He roamed across this land. Before the rivers and the trees. Watched the first rains fell from the sky. He made paths that no one have trod. He was here before kings of men rose. Knew the dark before it was feared.
“The Beast shall arise from the pits of Hell. The fiery realms where the cursed dwell. The Beast shall rise to make war. And the Golden Halls will be no more.”
But then the Great Deceiver arrived. And cast into an abyss He was stranded. Great monuments were raised in glory. There were battles and bloodshed. The Sun and Moon shone on greedy swords. Forged in the name of the one Life-God.
“The Beast shall arise from the pits of Hell. The fiery realms where the cursed dwell. The Beast shall rise to make war. And the Golden Halls will be no more.”
There was victory and vile obliteration. Towers fell, fortresses were burned. Flames and flesh to the Holy Kingdom. And darkness covered this world.
But now the dark has turned into chaos. And bones are stirred in their graves. The souls of those who died with pride. Scream forth their ancient hate!
(Leads: Hugo… Ja… H… Ja… H… Ja…)
Swords, axes and mail rise once again. Stone rings grin out in the moonlight. Ascending from His forgotten realms. The Ancient One rides out in command. An army of undead and chosen ones. The Earth shall be cleansed of foulness.
“The Beast shall arise from the pits of Hell. The fiery realms where the cursed dwell. The Beast shall rise to make war. And the Golden Halls will be no more.”