-(The King)-
"And the ground will resound empty
Under the marching feet of our army
Deprived of its bowel's forces (we are)
But then ready to become immense burial
For the imminent slaughter"
...and the sky turned into black
When Sabaoth with his army of light
Descended from celestial throne
One thousand years after the first clash
Resound now, oh battle horns
Break the silence all around
Underworld warriors magma spawned
Moulded with fire after d**h
Gleaming the eyes under the helm
The steam of fury burn inside the armour
Thunderlords, hordes of fire
Masters of wrath and lightning hosts
Preeceed the attack of the enthroned
He's their king and procreator
Forces of Iechudil are destroyed
First of the seven lords of flame
Their own shadows rise and eat their corpse
By that flesh they acquire the demon's breath
Sabaoth might raises his sword
That flashes and dazzles demon's sight
The two thrones fight at distance long
While between the multitudes rules blind destruction