The fire shall rise,
And death shall return.

The moon is gone,
Behind the Erath.
Darkness has come,
To hide the birth.

The One is born out of the ash,
To bring the Earth to its final crash.

Fear and thunder shall rule the skies,
As the ships of hell transport the spies.

Slaves shall work under His mighty hand.
Armies shall fall into the sinking sand.

Like a wind of storm His troops shall obtain,
Conquered lands, of no loss but only gain.

A new order He shall bring.
With fear and force He shall reign supreme.