World-Eater - Self Destruct

riding

on horses back

to the throat of the world

there!

i will find

the words of ancient past

battle

the old one says

clear the skies of devastation

its time

to end his wrath

he must die by my blade

«and the scrolls have foretold

of black wings in the cold

that when brothers wage war

come unfurled»

«fools!

treacherous ones!

your hopes all wither

i am

your doom

my children will arise

i have returned

this world is mine

your pride will be humbled

those who

do not bow

will be devoured»

a swing from my sword

the beast is no more