The Last Requiem
Michael Kee
Priests of the sacred star, bow to the pointing cross
Unnamed things guard their seven ways, that no living thing may cross
The unseen bell begins to chime, this is your call to war
You can't refuse even if you would, bow to the dark lord
A lone angel sits with the wooden flute, she is playing the last requiem
She's dragged into the shadows of nevermore, never to play the game again
There's nothing to attack, to hell you will go and back
The war has destroyed you all, to hell you will go and back
Seven flaming gates of hell, stand unguarded in their cell
You can't refuse even if you would. bow to the dark lord
Yeah The Last Requiem