Thunder brings in the rain in the day
Of the mystical battle
You can see black horses in the night
Riding over black clouds
In the night, you hear the screams of war
And those screams are the angry spirits
Rising from their graves

War and death
Blood and fire
Will be our victory
With sword in hand
Ready to kill the enemy
Holy blood will spill on the ground
That night angels will cry
Demons and vampires
Will drink the blood of our victory