You are last one to stand, in the way of my conquest
and when the red flows from my hands I can bring about the fall
I came down with the might
I came down with a breath of cold inside my lungs
and the stir up of rage and hate towards my objects of vengeance
but When all that I knew became dust in my hands
and changed the flow towards the void
You are last one to stand, in the way of my conquest
and when the red flows from my hands I can bring about the fall
But it is said the eruption is the way
We claimed for ourselves
in taking part in parade of the carcasses
Greater numbers ...