Words & Music: Greg Jones

Conceived in battle to appropriate the throne
In realms of endless sorrow
Maddening reign
Slain in captivity to foreign realms unknown
A burst ascending from below, the first is born again

Summoning the night
Wrapped in iron chains
Heathens riding across the sky to guide the shadows home

Night, glorious night
The holiest fight
The legacy of the chosen one
Honor and pride
On mountains we rise
The legacy of the second son

A undulated flame is soaring through the sky
Two-headed beast begot this plague of the king
A twisted figure clad in gold and laced with blood and bred for war
His labyrinth descending on the enemy

Marching to their fate
Scourge of hate arise
Inquisition gates have opened
Calling out my name

Wretched voices in the dark
Hear them calling
Through seven reigns upon this long-forsaken throne
Far beyond the storm
They will abide by the father of all lies
Just another fallen son
Now he rises
Through the ashes of a noble ruler
Vengeance lies within
They will be bound forever more