[Intro: Fabio Lione]
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
Morte nera dentro me
Sacra lotta dura cruda
Di ideali senza età
Quando corpus morie-etur
Fac ut animae donetur
Sad Dark Angel write the Poem's Evil Page
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
Morte nera dentro me
Sacra lotta dura cruda
Di ideali senza età
Quando corpus morie-etur
Fac ut animae donetur
Sad Dark Angel write the Poem's Evil Page
[Spoken Interlude: Aresius]
Yes, my dear friends
The sun shining on our beloved lands
Seems to not be the same anymore
From when the magic sword was handled
By the Black King Akron
None of us, none of us can sleep peacefully
He's clearly preparing his plans of war
To attack the people of these wonderful valleys
The ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald
Will be surely the first goals
In his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest
Come, mighty warrior, come to help your, to yo-your
Oh God, oh God no
They found it, they found it
The ancient words are going to be pronounced
Thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
The Book of the Dead kept by the Dark Angel
Is now open
And the rites of blood are going to begin
Oh no, God, oh no
I hear those damned words
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona
(Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them
(Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona
The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demonic creatures
And she will be back to lead them all
Why, why?
The godforsaken bitch, ancient servant of Kron
Will be free from the spell that was trapping her in the crypts of the Ghostland
What the fathers of my fathers were able to do
Is going to end
Oh yes, I knew it, I knew it
The power of the Emerald Sword in the wrong hands
Can lead to these tragic results
I knew it
The waves of the oceans
Will soon become giants attacking our towns
And if we don't organize a valid counteroffensive to stop those creatures
This will only be a tragic, a tragic prelude to an announced massacre
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
Morte nera dentro me
Sacra lotta dura cruda
Di ideali senza età
Quando corpus morie-etur
Fac ut animae donetur
Sad Dark Angel write the Poem's Evil Page
Fuoco, pianto, sangue, cancro
Morte nera dentro me
Sacra lotta dura cruda
Di ideali senza età
Quando corpus morie-etur
Fac ut animae donetur
Sad Dark Angel write the Poem's Evil Page
[Spoken Interlude: Aresius]
Yes, my dear friends
The sun shining on our beloved lands
Seems to not be the same anymore
From when the magic sword was handled
By the Black King Akron
None of us, none of us can sleep peacefully
He's clearly preparing his plans of war
To attack the people of these wonderful valleys
The ancient towns of Elnor and Thorald
Will be surely the first goals
In his ambitious and cruel dream of conquest
Come, mighty warrior, come to help your, to yo-your
Oh God, oh God no
They found it, they found it
The ancient words are going to be pronounced
Thanks to the cosmic power of the emerald weapon
The Book of the Dead kept by the Dark Angel
Is now open
And the rites of blood are going to begin
Oh no, God, oh no
I hear those damned words
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona
(Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them
(Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona) I hear them
Necros, Dagma, Atra, Krona
The abyss will soon spit out thousands of demonic creatures
And she will be back to lead them all
Why, why?
The godforsaken bitch, ancient servant of Kron
Will be free from the spell that was trapping her in the crypts of the Ghostland
What the fathers of my fathers were able to do
Is going to end
Oh yes, I knew it, I knew it
The power of the Emerald Sword in the wrong hands
Can lead to these tragic results
I knew it
The waves of the oceans
Will soon become giants attacking our towns
And if we don't organize a valid counteroffensive to stop those creatures
This will only be a tragic, a tragic prelude to an announced massacre
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