How can i dream as we are close to end?
How can i speak as i don't have a friend?
How can i trust in something i see?
The truth is out there where no one can be.

I smell only blood,and dead all around
In darkness the're pain shall become just a sound,
As night beccons slowly through valleys of damned
I see what can mean "close to our end".

They've came as they did a long time ago
"The Bastards!" How can this be?
I've whatched all those gates for years and 'do
They are too clever for me...?

They've took our hearts
and brake them apart
As souls crambled out in thousands of seas
They've lead them in darkness
In sorrow and dead
And made them "The Legion of End".

The stars started to fall
In thousands of tears
There are a few souls
That survived all these years.

The're number is great
But Light is with us
I rise up my sword
And ordered them dust!

The battle began
It is our end?
....

In hundreds of cristals i see all the dead

They light almost blinds me
But i can still see
The're number is higher
The're more then just seas...

White....all is white now...
Blood flows slowly with pain
Did we gain?