In the days of the Apocalypse
Black was the shine
Crippled the soul
The blood soaked and burnt
The flame was extinguished
Disfigured by evil thoughts

And the blood of the holy rose
Upon the ground
I hear the ancient words
Now you will be forgotten

In the ashes you stand
The last battle was won
No longer with the evil thoughts
We're the last ones
In the ashes you stand
The last battle was won