March of Invasion
Horns of war 
The clash of weapon 
Not to satisfy 
The bloodthirst of evil 
Once in march they won't 
Stop till all humans 
Were sent to the great gates 
Of the underworld 
They're superious in 
Number and viciousness 
They're protected by the immortal shadowlord 
I'm the diamond of night 
Your dowfall is sealed 
This world is mine 
I'm he king of all life 
I'm the master 
My kingdom shall come 
Now and until 
The end of all days 
Human sorcerers 
Fighting with magic might 
To proect men 
From the black energy 
Endless days of war 
They are exhausted 
They no longer 
Can resist the nameless beast 
The last mighty spell 
Thrown against (the) darkness 
Thunder and fog 
Everyone fears death 
Unknown creatures 
A battalion of immortals 
Demons conjured up 
From the seventh dimension 
Zaraax flew over the battlefield and landed behind the 
walls of Dun-Terra to present 
the dust of angels. But the last magician had already 
found his death in the astral 
fire of destruction. The ;ast chance for mankind had 
lost it's worth. Nobody was left 
to use it. They had come too late. Zoraax straightened 
up and set free a blasting loud 
and magic scream. Faster than the wind his brothers 
followed his call.