Born from the cold wombs of virgin girls
Armageddon, the fifth sun of the pitch black sky
Risen from the dead of a reflector world
A forgotten image of the first gaze
In the dawn of humanity
His worshipers bow to his perennial wisdom
The arcane enigmas unfold
Raised in a glowing darkness
Embraced by fate
Blood has she'd for the enemies' empire
Now he will lead the world to war with fire
With fire
His bloodstained sword awaits the liars
The destroyed old fake world is damned to perdition
Before him the light was cursed
To oppose the darkness
The balance is restored
Shaping his own dark fate
He chose the faith (die)
Blood has she'd for the enemies' empire
Now he will lead the world to war with fire
The savior you were seeking for
Is only alive in prophecies of self damnation
Your salvation is lie
Queries, saviors, wonders they all lead
To a new and even bigger vicious circle
Cosmic truth is the regression
Towards zero
Now he will lead the world
To escape this vicious circle
Armageddon,
The fifth sun of the pitch black sky
The king is nothing
Believes in nothing
Lives in nothing
And dies for nothing