| I belong to iron legions, gliding through the damned |
| Marching into winter seasons, taste the dark again |
| Tremon´s black magician died a burning death |
| Now the templar´s hunting me until his final breath |
| This war will never end |
| We´re going to immortal lands to die |
| We´ll creep to desert sand |
| In dark we´ll make our final stand in vain |
| Scrooth, it was my promised land, |
| But shamers hold my fate, |
| Robbed my fortune, robbed my diamond, |
| Greater got my hate. |
| Baal, I killed you, devil´s son, |
| The end of the temple´s near |
| Fear the warrior, fear my sword |
| No magic makes me weird |
| This war will never end |
| We´re going to immortal lands to die |
| We´ll creep to desert sand |
| In dark we´ll make our final stand in vain |
| Torian, Torian- Ride the wind, you´re bleeding |
| Torian, Torian- in a vision dreaming |
| Torian, Torian- Ride the wind, you´re beaten |
| Torian, Torian- this dimension leaving |
| This war will never end |
| We´re going to immortal lands to die |
| We´ll creep to desert sand |
| In dark we´ll make our final stand in vain |