On the horizon ablaze, the fading Sun
Sky dyed in red, the end is already done
Golden angels on wings of fate
Demons lurking, chaos the hymn of our state

The Sun grows dim, the earth trembles
Hot air, dry, agony that assembles
Shifting clouds, apocalyptic hues
Echoing screams, despair diffuses

Roars are heard, thunder of steel
The world trembles, judgment to feel
Extreme sounds, potent, tearing apart
Harmony of the end, strident art

On the horizon ablaze, the fading Sun
Sky dyed in red, the end is already done
Golden angels on wings of fate
Demons lurking, chaos the hymn of our state

Chosen ones in peace amid the storm
Armed with swords, truth in the warm
Horses with flaming eyes, marching on
In the light's glare, hope is drawn

Warrior angels from the ether arise
Red sky, the Moon in demise
Demons hunting in shadows without remorse
Humans feel, but see not the invisible force

On the horizon ablaze, the fading Sun
Sky dyed in red, the end is already done
Golden angels on wings of fate
Demons lurking, chaos the hymn of our state