-(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