Calm morning before the storm
Winter's grip is no more
This peace will not last

Death'll come to take us all

Countless soldiers march ahead

Into unknown forsaken land
Final battle is about to start
As red dawn paints the sky


Northern winds guide my hand
I'll cut them all where they stand

Their banners shall fall
Today I'll enter the golden hall


See the raven fly high
Into the blackened sun
Old age will burn in flames

As new era is being born
Centuries of darkness will be gone
In symphony of armagedon's call

Time is running, save your souls
Tomorrow will not come
Ever-more!