THE RAGNAROK PROPHECY LYRICS

1. Prologue

[Instrumental]

2. The Chosen One

This, sacred battle has only begun,
With the,
Clash of blades and the spilling of blood!
There is only one who will prevail,
The ancient texts say that the other will fail!

Chosen by the ancient Gods of Fire and Ice,
To carry out the mission of sacrifice!

Visions of the battle are carried down,
Age by age,
Until the legend is engraved.
In the minds of warriors who march into the fray,
They think they'll be legends,
Even to the grave!

Chosen by the ancient Gods of Fire and Ice,
To carry out the mission of sacrifice!

The ancient Gods of Fire and Ice,
have now chosen a champion,
To defend these sacred grounds,
To the death,
To the End!

3. Transcend The Land

Here I march,
Across the land,
So That I,
Can make a stand!
You will rot,
Beneath my feet,
As I pass,
With my fleet.

Stand no chance,
As I pass,
You shall die,
Your soul forsaken.

I dream of a place,
Where Hell sets it ablaze.

I,
Can see my past,
Your life,
Will not last!

I dream of a place,
Where Hell sets it ablaze.
I can see my past,
Angel of all that is sin!

Die!
Transcend the Land!
Forever!
Falling!

4. The Battered Realms

This never ending war,
Has only,
Brought destruction!
Quit,
While you still,
before,
You destroy the land!
Terror,
And pain can be felt from miles,
Away,
Bury the tombs,
Under your God's name!

Condemn the kingdom to be set in flame,
Betray the people that worship your name,
Condemn the kingdom to await the flood,
Baptize your enemies in their own blood!

How dare you stand,
And watch this land,
Crumble beyond your reach,
Before this land,
Becomes a battered realm,
That's far from reprieve.

This everlasting fight,
Continues,
To rage til the end.
Nowhere,
To run,
And no platform for you to stand!

Condemn the kingdom to be set in flame,
Betray the people that worship your name,
Condemn the kingdom to await the flood,
Baptize your enemies in their own blood!

How dare you stand,
And watch this land,
Crumble beyond your reach,
Before this land,
Becomes a battered realm,
That's far from reprieve.

5. A Fitting End

Onward we march,
into the battle.
The clash of swords ring out as you,
You face the end,
The end of the line,
This is the end,
Of the line

Fighting to survive it's hopeless,
Just let death,
Take you under,
Take you under to the place,
The place where your ancestral roots,
began!

The stab wound's deep,
Within the chest,
The gasp of air,
The choking on blood.
These are the last,
The last things you'll feel!
You have met a fitting end!

Fighting to survive it's hopeless,
Just let death,
Take you under,
Take you under to the place,
The place where your ancestral roots,
began!

Ancestral roots began!
Empty voices call out for help,
From the,
Depths of Hell!

6. Valley Of The Forgotten

I,
Walk through this empty world!
Trying to find,
Solace in the fact that I have,
Left this life!
Far beyond my grasp,
There's no turning back!

We fall into the dark unknown,
Our souls,
Forgotten!
Engrossed,
By visions of blind destruction.
Past,
Conflicts,
Cut down in our prime!
Past,
Struggles,
Lost in the fabric of time!

The more our bodies decay,
Our causes seem to fade!
Fade away!

Spending eternity,
In oblivion,
While,
The earth,
is torn apart,
Feeling,
A sense,
Of hopelessness spread through yourself,
The same thing that plagued you from the start!







THE RAGNAROK PROPHECY LYRICS