Line up the troops the battle begins
Raise the flags let them wave in the air
Fight to win no matter what it costs
No war is won if you're fighting fair
A powered fortress of blackened steel
A castle of gods that never reveal
The one who is going to possess its walls
The tester will be of all pleasures on earth
Master of all nations existing he'll be
Eternal king of all men, lord of all land
Lifetime Gwendolin's shire he'll be
The lady that all men daydream about
A divine body meant to be worshipped by gods
That altar they'd sacrifice their wills
In the name of l***
Rolling heads, cut off legs
Torn apart, hands and body rags
Gutted men dead all around spread
In the scene of the land
A river of blood flowing
Underneath the legs of those who still
Are fighting the trophy to win their kings
Baltaar the fearless the leader of Jan
Urmulck the warrior, the servant of Vaal
Lifetime king to the tribe of Gitwaan
Each one hoping be Gwendolin's man
The highest tower devoted to that one
Gwendolin's chamber her stairway to the stars
Heaven awaits with wide open clouds
She's headed to it followed by the angels of Khaan
Her image as seen on earth will remain
A dream to the men too good but still so far
So far, so far, so far...
Raise the flags let them wave in the air
Fight to win no matter what it costs
No war is won if you're fighting fair
A powered fortress of blackened steel
A castle of gods that never reveal
The one who is going to possess its walls
The tester will be of all pleasures on earth
Master of all nations existing he'll be
Eternal king of all men, lord of all land
Lifetime Gwendolin's shire he'll be
The lady that all men daydream about
A divine body meant to be worshipped by gods
That altar they'd sacrifice their wills
In the name of l***
Rolling heads, cut off legs
Torn apart, hands and body rags
Gutted men dead all around spread
In the scene of the land
A river of blood flowing
Underneath the legs of those who still
Are fighting the trophy to win their kings
Baltaar the fearless the leader of Jan
Urmulck the warrior, the servant of Vaal
Lifetime king to the tribe of Gitwaan
Each one hoping be Gwendolin's man
The highest tower devoted to that one
Gwendolin's chamber her stairway to the stars
Heaven awaits with wide open clouds
She's headed to it followed by the angels of Khaan
Her image as seen on earth will remain
A dream to the men too good but still so far
So far, so far, so far...