Pretender To The Throne (opus Ii: Battle

<br>Beyond the mountains of madness<br>Crossing the river Acheron<br>Lies the crimson battlefield<br>Where Father and son will cross their blades<br>On a flaming bat-shaped chariot<br>The Infernal Emperor appears<br>Matching his daring offspring<br>Waiting for Cerberus to howl<br>The guardian hound now screams<br>And swords are raised with hatred<br>Both forged in pain and blackness<br>Destined to spread the veil of Death<br>The battle doesn`t seem to end<br>Such is their ferocious rage<br>Like hungry beasts upon their prey<br>No more blood ties can hide their hate<br>Suddenly the black-steel blade<br>Held by the pretender`s hand<br>Pierces the Undead`s wicked head<br>As dragon wings shading the sun<br>A wave of living darkness<br>Effuses from the Emperor`s heart<br>Embraces the usurper<br>Absorbing his soul and blood<br>A triumphant voice<br>Now echoes in the skies<br>Now my son we`re bound<br>Reborn into the Black<br>Masters of the Cosmos<br>Now my son we`re one