Beyond the mountains of madness Crossing the river Acheron Lies the crimson battlefield Where Father and son will cross their blades On a flaming batshaped chariot The Infernal Emperor appears Matching his daring offspring Waiting for Cerberus to howl The guardian hound now screams And swords are raised with hatred Both forged in pain and blackness Destined to spread the veil of Death The battle doesnt seem to end Such is their ferocious rage Like hungry beasts upon their prey No more blood ties can hide their hate Suddenly the blacksteel blade Held by the pretenders hand Pierces the Undeads wicked head As dragon wings shading the sun A wave of living darkness Effuses from the Emperors heart Embraces the usurper Absorbing his soul and blood A triumphant voice Now echoes in the skies Now my son were bound Reborn into the Black Masters of the Cosmos Now my son were one
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