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.