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...

...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...

...OF THE LAST APOCALYPSE!