Forged in the Phlegethon

from the ashes rose a demonic blade
 crafted by hatred and sent to enslave
 cast away in the deepest cell
 guarded by angels from demons of hell
 rise from the flames below
 the blade provides supreme control with powers unknown
 hidden from evil to preserve its flame
 now is the time to carry out its fate
 and on that fated day
 the demons, they came
 slaying the angels and stealing the blade
 given to a king with a heart of black
 he gathers his soldiers and prepares to attack
 rise from the flames below
 the blade provides supreme control with powers unknown
 hidden from evil to preserve its flame
 now is the time to carry out its fate
 as the fallen ones return to their master
 they fester in evil and bellow with laughter
 the angels knew hell shall befall
 inside this kingdom of rage
 his mind becomes deranged
 with plans of domination
 to create a demonic nation
 a land of redemption
 a land to renew
 a loss of all kinds
 both, wicked and true
 a storm of darkness fills the sky with destiny
 the burning gates of the depths of hell will bring
 a thousand demons rise as one
 this war has begun the charring of flesh, pure devastation
 this ancient evil has pleasured my mind
 bestowing me power to control all of time
 lest I die, all existence is mine
 surrender forever
 with my might, eternal night
 enslaved by rage
 this sword beacons me
 I foresee fallen kings
 release me from my sheath
 die by my hand
 this ancient evil is at my command
 this blade placed inside my hand
 fueling my hatred this will be the end
 no use so give in
 and now just bow your head to your king
 the flames of this blade will kill everything