The sky was clear and calm the night
No clouds hide the stars and no wind roams the trees
When a black stripe
appear
High in the sky, terrifying and in casket like style
Splitting into two, with hands and spike uncounted and wild
Two
riders appear and behind them the armed forces follow
We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven gates
Fighting for the
control over human race
Fighting for your souls
We're marching this endless path since the beginning of time
We are the
figures making our moves on the chessboard of life
Painless, ready for the final attack, our blades are strong and sharp
Blood
red, the sky turning into a mass grave, no mercy, no prisoners
We're the armies of the world, from hell and heaven
gates
Fighting for the control over human race
With swords of divine hate and spikes of hellish rage
Playing our game in this
timeless cage