Root - Greetings From The Abyss lyrics

We invoke, invoke, invoke You our Master We, the chosen ones, beg You For the command to the Ultimate Attack We can't hesitate, They are coming Our steeds stand ready, swords shining So give the Ultimate Command! CHARGE! The Prince of d**h flies above the battlefield Blood, sweat, dust, scream of horses neighing Red clouds cover the scene ...And then the Horns will blow And the Enemy will be swept into Nothingness ...Only Dust and Ashes!