Ancient — The Battle Of The Ancient Warriors

Death herself had chosen me
To let me watch that gruesome scene
And she held me in her daunting hand
Amazed by that macabre view,
My heart begun to pulse

Galvanized by horrors that I saw
The battle was butchering and
The hordes were rising against each other
Saving nothing but death
The dust was rising up in the sky,
Dead bodies were lying on the ground,

A deadly mass of fierce warriors fighting
While the demons were prevailing
On the sons of god
They were tuning dirges saying: «DIE!!!
Meaningless creatures, slaves of the light
I will triumph for the the evil lives in me!»