Spires Of Secartha

As the day fades into the darkness, beneath the incandescent hanging moons
We will march within the glory of a blood-stained fog
For three winters, I have drifted beyond the frozen starlight of a thousand worlds, amassing my nefarious servants of slaughter
At last, this realm will succumb to my celestial violence
We must storm their castles and dethrone Secartha
Leaving nothing but dismembered bodies upon he war haze of smoldering rubble
In triumph we will banish thе usurpers
All who are spared will soon follow thе Lunar Dawn

Snow begins to fall as the sky fades into midnight
Scanning the horizon under the full hanging moons

Marching on, footsteps of intruding killers
Sound the call, they approach ten thousand strong

Their torchlights growing closer
In unison they chant
Echoing across the bailey, screams of encroaching death

The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you
The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot

As they stop at the trench before us, kneeling beneath their shields, a warlord now ascends and levitates

Time to die
You will crumble beneath my wrath
Forged to kill
Your realm now belongs to me

Shooting a beam of fire, from his palms a violent spell
His army now charging at us, maniacal brutes of hell

The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you
The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot

Our arrows raining down, a violent storm of pain
The siege of our castle

Tytericon Now Revealed

You fool, I will not die
I have returned to destroy you all
Invocating my raging force, I burn a hole in your feeble stronghold

We fight them off the walls, a full scale attack
Lacerating all who step to me

Outnumbered, we're pushed back to the inner wall
The flank towers, set ablaze by cosmic bloodshed

Unseen chaos, howling winds of raging battle
Obscene violence, lifeless bodies stacked in the chapel

The sky erupts, descending on a bolt of lightning
The siren, inflicting pain of chilling vengeance

The spires of Secartha, will not fall to you
The spires of Secartha, will stand long after you rot

(As the night fades to dawn, among the smoldering rubble)
(His pwoers now disabled)
(The fate of Secartha lies within Dikeptor's hands)

At last! A fair duel!
Your soul now will be mine!
Your dreams will burn with the fires of hell!
Fall to me!
You are nothing behind your mask!

Omniscient flail swinging int eh Sun, hamming your skull to purgatory
His body turned to ash, enshrined in everlasting torment

Let the bells toll in victory