WINDS OF PLAGUEThe Great Stone War Lyrics
Its all boiled down to this.
A futile attempt to sway the struggle.
Were all destined to perish.
Put down by your self seeking greed.
With the great clashing of titans, unveil the power of contrasts.
Crush them like a stampede of mammoths.
Wipe them from the face of the earth.
With our shield or on it fight with the strength of one hundred men.
Forcing out a battle cry.
Straight through the opposition.
Angels, warlocks arise.
NOW THE WORLD HALF DRENCHED IN BLOOD SHALL DIE. Correct these lyrics