Last light burns with courage and valor
Darkness grows and it will shine no more
The wind, it blows, howling out Death's name
The fire's snuffed out, and only smoke remains
Prince of Thieves
In iron clad
Born of Earth
In western sands
Prophecy told his birth
Beneath the golden sky
There he learned how to fend and survive
Shining light, his sacred right, burns in his grasp
Power surges through his form, born from the past
Though scorching winds do burn and sear
No ancient god, warrior, or hero of old will appear
Demon King to his throne rises again
Born once more to lay claim to this land
Desurge daemon rex