Pretender To The Throne Opus II Battle At The Netherworld

Beyond the mountains of madness

Crossing the river Acheron

Lies the crimson battlefield

Where Father and son will cross their blades

On a flaming bat-shaped chariot

The Infernal Emperor appears

Matching his daring offspring

Waiting for Cerberus to howl

The guardian hound now screams

And swords are raised with hatred

Both forged in pain and blackness

Destined to spread the veil of Death

The battle doesn't seem to end

Such is their ferocious rage

Like hungry beasts upon their prey

No more blood ties can hide their hate

Suddenly the black-steel blade

Held by the pretender's hand

Pierces the Undead's wicked head

As dragon wings shading the sun

A wave of living darkness

Effuses from the Emperor's heart

Embraces the usurper

Absorbing his soul and blood

A triumphant voice

Now echoes in the skies

Now my son we're bound

Reborn into the Black

Masters of the Cosmos

Now my son we're one