Verse 1

Ancient sigils painted on the obsidian stone

A thousand whispered curses in a language unknown

The sorcerer stands in the center of the ring

Summoning the darkness that the shadows bring

Pre-Chorus

Iron chains break under supernatural force

The rivers turn to ash along their twisted course

He holds the grimoire, eyes flaming red

Awakening the legions of the long-forgotten dead

Chorus

Demons and sorcerers fighting for the throne

Forged in the fire, bound to flesh and bone

Power in the thunder, chaos in the sky

With a deep roaring voice that will never die!

Demons and sorcerers, rule the dark tonight!

Verse 2