King of the Dead

Pray you never kneel
To the Master of the Pit
Violently stirring their brew of corruption
Lords of the dark summon certain destruction

Pray you never kneel
To the one who calls you slave
With the hearts and tongues of the Gods in their hands
The Legions of Hell bellow forth their commands

Bow down and kneel
To the Master of the Pit
Though the powers of Chaos are those you abide
You raise your sword to cast him aside

You know there is no escape
When you see your sword in flames
As the hellrains pound the darkening land
Man and sword begin their last stand

You know you'll never kneel
To the Master of the Pit
Feverish prayers of life ever after
As your doom driven blade drinks the soul of the Master

Burning in its savage fury
Our fates accept not judge or jury
Helpless we must watch it done
For I have seen the Death of the Sun

We are coming to the end
I see my life and I have sinned
It's too late to change our ways
For man has seen his final days

Solar winds that parch the land
Minions are wasted by Satan's hand
A molten globe will torch the sky
As mankind bleats his final cry!