As the day fades into the darkness, beneath the incandescent hanging moons We will march within the glory of a blood-stained fog For three winters, I have drifted beyond the frozen starlight of a thousand worlds, amassing my nefarious servants of slaughter At last, this realm will succumb to my celestial violence We must storm their castles and dethrone Secartha Leaving nothing but dismembered bodies upon he war haze of smoldering rubble In triumph we will banish thе usurpers All who are spared will soon follow thе Lunar Dawn Snow begins to fall as the sky fades into midnight Scanning the horizon under the full hanging moons Marching on, footsteps of intruding killers Sound the call, they approach ten thousand strong Their torchlights growing closer In unison they chant Echoing across the bailey, screams of encroaching death The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot As they stop at the trench before us, kneeling beneath their shields, a warlord now ascends and levitates Time to die You will crumble beneath my wrath Forged to kill Your realm now belongs to me Shooting a beam of fire, from his palms a violent spell His army now charging at us, maniacal brutes of hell The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot Our arrows raining down, a violent storm of pain The siege of our castle Tytericon Now Revealed You fool, I will not die I have returned to destroy you all Invocating my raging force, I burn a hole in your feeble stronghold We fight them off the walls, a full scale attack Lacerating all who step to me Outnumbered, we're pushed back to the inner wall The flank towers, set ablaze by cosmic bloodshed Unseen chaos, howling winds of raging battle Obscene violence, lifeless bodies stacked in the chapel The sky erupts, descending on a bolt of lightning The siren, inflicting pain of chilling vengeance The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot (As the night fades to dawn, among the smoldering rubble) (His pwoers now disabled) (The fate of Secartha lies within Dikeptor's hands) At last! A fair duel! Your soul now will be mine! Your dreams will burn with the fires of hell! Fall to me! You are nothing behind your mask! Omniscient flail swinging int eh Sun, hamming your skull to purgatory His body turned to ash, enshrined in everlasting torment Let the bells toll in victory