| Song | Death's Reign (Human Futility) |
| Artist | Deathspell Omega |
| Album | Infernal Battles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| A vaste void, darker than black | |
| And colder than Satan's Wrath… | |
| A long path behind, full of hate, | |
| Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
| Feared by many, respected by few, | |
| The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
| Suddenly, light and warmth… | |
| Is it an illusion? | |
| No… | |
| "Who dares to cross my path?" | |
| A feeble creature yet so strong | |
| Stands on the way to Hell. | |
| Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
| But doubts arise… | |
| An attack by treachery! | |
| He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
| The cold of his glorious past, oh… it hurts. | |
| The future strikes hard in silence. | |
| Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
| Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
| Doubts kill him many times | |
| Yet he can not die, for he is Satan's child. | |
| He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
| A vicious smile : revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
| A vaste void, darker than black | |
| And colder than Satan' s Wrath | |
| A long path behind, full of hate, | |
| Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
| Feared by many, respected by few, | |
| The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
| Suddenly, light and warmth | |
| Is it an illusion? | |
| No | |
| " Who dares to cross my path?" | |
| A feeble creature yet so strong | |
| Stands on the way to Hell. | |
| Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
| But doubts arise | |
| An attack by treachery! | |
| He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
| The cold of his glorious past, oh it hurts. | |
| The future strikes hard in silence. | |
| Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
| Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
| Doubts kill him many times | |
| Yet he can not die, for he is Satan' s child. | |
| He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
| A vicious smile nbsp: revenge will come with the reign of Death. |
| A vaste void, darker than black | |
| And colder than Satan' s Wrath | |
| A long path behind, full of hate, | |
| Full of despair, it was the way of the strong. | |
| Feared by many, respected by few, | |
| The warlord stands proud, his blood covered sword in hand. | |
| Suddenly, light and warmth | |
| Is it an illusion? | |
| No | |
| " Who dares to cross my path?" | |
| A feeble creature yet so strong | |
| Stands on the way to Hell. | |
| Pitiless, the warlord holds his sword high, | |
| But doubts arise | |
| An attack by treachery! | |
| He stumbles and falls, though no wound can be seen. | |
| The cold of his glorious past, oh it hurts. | |
| The future strikes hard in silence. | |
| Memories stab him down, the fear gets overwhelming. | |
| Who knows the difference between fate and wishes, between truth and lies? | |
| Doubts kill him many times | |
| Yet he can not die, for he is Satan' s child. | |
| He stands up with Darkness' help, marked by defeat. | |
| A vicious smile nbsp: revenge will come with the reign of Death. |