Sooner or later, it all comes crumbling down
Ancient Vengeance coming back around

Stabbed by the blade of arrogance,
Forever cursed to scar you hence

Ancient protectors, long since dead,
Cannot stop them from taking your head

Cities fall, and people too
To the unnamed wrath that’s hunting you

Men, women and children alike,
All will fall to their fearful might

But if a hero should arise,
Then no more will we hear the cries

Of terror or sorrow or mortal fear,
For we will know, our victory will be near

But if that hero shall die,
Our victory will slip right by

Sand turned to glass,
Genocide come to pass

Blood staining the ground,
Corpses making no sound

And at the end, a solar eclipse
To mark the final day of the apocalypse