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!


WE ARE...
WE ARE THE ONES...
WHO'LL FACE THE STEELGODS

OF THIS LAST APOCALYPSE

... OF THE LAST APOCALYPSE!