Sound the bowls, war drums and bells
Echoing across this earthen hell
Treason of nations
Heroes forgotten
Bring the rain, windstorms and hail
To wash clean these bloodstained fields
Decrees made by demons
Now are broken
Yearning for redemption
Wronged by demolition
Daring to meet the throne
In righteous indignation
End the game, pawns seek to bail
Tell the king his plans have failed
Hearing the ravens scream
Ice breaks into the streams
Hold down the partition
It becomes clear who has won