Onward across the barren wastelands I march on through the lines of fire, on
Deadly grounds of hellish fate with shield in hand, I swing my sword, as my
Blood boils, my anger takes control of this reality to k** on the fields of war
And now their blood has stained my garments, I can taste the dead and when I
See the last to fall, only then will I scream victory, but they are strong, they
Attack with conviction, eye to eye, a demon's face, i see the hideous, alone I
Stand strong, never to give in or fall and on the hill I face an army of shadows
Something goes wrong, I lose my vision, I'm left helpless but I clearly see the
Truth of my destiny, even though I was blinded, I can still see the flames