Lightbringer

Fellow armsmen, I ask you,
Will you follow me tonight to break their spine,
And reclaim what once was mine?
Those cravens.

Backstabbed me, deceived me,
Never shall I tolerate their crimes again,
Now let the hunt begin.

7000 souls, scared and daunted, such tale of woe,
Not too long ago, this village was a golden
scene of hope.

Call down the reckoning,
To bring back hope and peace,
Restore our gloria,
To live forever.

Bring down the dark regime,
I know how to unleash eternal power,
Lead us to order,
I am the Lightbringer!

Fellow warriors, I ask you,
Should my campaign come to an end?
There’s way more to avenge.

15 million souls,
Living in this realm without much hope,
Not too long ago, this kingdom was a golden
state of hope.

Deathfire Grasp

Fighting shadows,
in their haunting guise.

Smiting the wicked baron,
and unleash my might.

  When we face our final hour,
in the darkest rift.

Come what ever may,
I’ll be the death of you.

After channeling my power,
Your end will be swift.

Now there’s nothing in my way,
You’ll feel my deathfire grasp!

Clashing minions,
ravaged fields of war.

Manifest my dominion,
total chaos restored.

Ohmwrecker

Instrumental

Last Whisper

No matter how they fight today,
No matter how much honor they’ll display.
We’ll dominate.

Spells of war,
Hear my call,
Help me take them down.

They’ll hear my deadly last whisper,
right before they die.

This melody seeks a new victim,
Let it penetrate their mind.

I will revive, one more life,
to ignite them all,

And their barriers will crumble,
under all of my force,

they’ll fall,
lets make them crawl.

And when we finally meet their king,
There will be no ghost for him,
We shall end it all.

The Hex Core

Instrumental

The Prophecy

The era of metal has begun. And metal shall prevail, for we know what they have done.

Five legends of our realm, who sought to follow the path of their dark musings. But they did not know what they had summoned.

Pentakill.

To these creatures, there is but one thing left to do.

Heavy Metal.

Thornmail

My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.

And as we speak the army of our enemies
is approaching our gates, we cannot fly.

Behold, my son,
There’s a way to save you all,
Don’t you despair, don’t be petrified.

There is an armor,
ancient magic made it strong,
And you shall wear it when you face the fight.

This harness will guide us through dangerous night,
It humbles the foe with its grace.

The thornmail will help us prevail and survive,
Our deadliest fate we embrace.

Well done, my son, it’s the way to save you all,
but don’t you think the realm’s been purified.

Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall,
Keep them in thrall, it’s time to smite and ignite.

My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.

Son, smite them all!

Orb of Winter

Instrumental