History of a Time to Come

Alone he sits A vanquished Lord upon an oaken throne, Presiding o'er this conflict That chills him to the bone, For each tarnished blade that festers Is a thorn thrust in his side, And His pain alone bears witness To the folly of mankind. What hope f

Soldiers of fortune, Kings of Hades, In our quest for power unite, Black messiahs, Devastation angels, Gird our loins Prepare to fight With weapons drawn in anger, At last we stand our ground, Crusaders of damnation, In death our purpose is found at