We're all trapped in diabolical madness
 Battles are fought all around us
 We just don't know it yet but if you listen carefully
 You will hear them cry out this two thousand-year-old prophecy
 
 Roar again, my friend, the timing is now right
 Darkness is upon us once more
 And now we enter the final battle
 Gather your soldiers and let the unholy army of the night roam the streets
 
 So let us all prepare for this moment of truth
 This moment of pure darkness
 And let us laugh out loud when even the holiest of the holy ones,
 Those who have been spared
 Are thrown to the ground and forced to submit to the learning of a new universal monarch:
 The third Antichrist.
 
 But remember:
 At the great feast we will all be fed the remains of the holy ones
 And our consciousness will reach the final level
 
 Those who question the victories of the darkened souls
 Won't be forgiven like in the old ages
 But instead they will be used as slaves working in the master's cave
 So beware even you who live as the darkest demon
 
 Prophecies don't always come true...
 
 Roar again, my friend, the timing is now right
 Darkness is upon us once more
 And now we enter the final battle
 Gather your soldiers and let the unholy army of the night roam the streets