(THE SWORD to I take to the Air, Fear breaks the will of denial ENDYAMON): You
look for me there, hunting the Skies I am soundless I fly to the Rainbow, I
Conquer the Sky
The Hammer of Death, THE SWORD OF THE GODS Grant every Wish of Blood that
calls to Blood I rise on the Air, I rise on the Sea Smashing the chains of
denial for me THE SWORD OF THE GODS !
You look for a Sign, nothing will reveal the Hour The Burning of Rome was only
a glimpse of my Power My Armor is Flame Gold, I sever the Sky
The Hammer of Death, THE SWORD OF THE GODS Grant every Wish of Blood that
calls to Blood I rise on the Air, I rise on the Sea Smashing with Flame your
denial for me THE SWORD OF THE GODS !
Watching your children die Your fist to the Gods you cry, "Why must it be, why
am I damned, Forsaken", I have always served your Shrines and Alters Now I'll
see you burn !
(ENDYAMON): Why must this come to pass Gods of the Heaven's vast, await the
Night you die Now . . . THE SWORD OF THE GODS . . . Rise . . .
Cold yet Burning, calm yet so murderous We rise like Mist from the Earth As
Above so it shall be Below We invoke Death with one Final Prayer