Here I sit above all that is pure
Within my mountains of endless darkness
One who arises in mighty halls of iron
Casting sorrow over the world
With white eyes piercing the mists of night
Seeking all who escaped the land of shadows
Listening for whispers fleeing the fields
Searching the highest peaks of the world
Torment all who oppose me
Enslave the weaker kin
Your cries of pain will echo
Through the fiery pits
No gates can with withstand my power
No beauty will I ever revere
My soul cold and sharp like a jagged spear
Will pierce the beating heart of the world
From fire serpents shall rise
Dancing with the breath of wind
Above the pale fog
That rolls over the hills
You will meet your demise
Under a crimson sky
Kneel before my blackend throne
Let terror possess your spirit
For you shall do my bidding
Under a spell of fiery hate
Unleashing spirits of blazing fire
I will bring forth the end of your world
Rivers will flow with the innocent blood of men
The age of darkness shall bring your bitter end

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