Dark Strike Paroles

Vicious kings with sword in hand
Hidden by skies dressed in flames
Hordes of morality - this is the end

Take command finally

"And we will fear not the ache,
Tonight we're storming their walls
Howling words of thunder
We are anger - we are slander"

"Dreadful orphans of distress
We'll free them all
Proper time to unveil
We are fire - you're our scale"

Awful kings shall reign supreme
With visions clear for revelations to come
Out of dusk we'll appear as in a dream

Where winds transform into crushing storms
And whispers grow to endless screams
Candles guide a fulminate fire to start
There you'll find us in the heart

"And we will fear not the ache,
Tonight we're storming their walls
Howling words of thunder
We are anger - we are slander"

"Dreadful orphans of distress
We'll free them all
Proper time to unveil
We are fire - you're our scale"

For we'll reveal hell on earth
As you will see
Unholy force out of the past
Leave behind a mischief to last

We'll appear as in a dream