Through the streets of chaos in the city where the
statues scream.
In streets where metal meets metal, the mighty
tigers of pan-tang.
Inhuman screaming statues writhes in agony and
pain.
The overlords ride their wagons with proud heads
held high.
I pass the straits of chaos onward to the plains
of glass.
I searched for symbols of evil to open dimensional
gates.
The cult of slortar, the genius one. to slave and
serve.
Become chaos son.
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of
death reclaims his throne.
With demonsword in hand and demonguards
By side the theocrat will rule till the end of
time.
Opening an alternate timespace where fury and
storms were born,
Searching for new demonbreeds to raise hell in
glorious form.
Bound for existence eternal in rings of purest
gold.
To show powers to the mortals, raising elemental
storms.
Summoning the travel demon to journey through the
plains.
To fight for what's rightfully ours, guided by
slortar the old.
The city of the screaming statues belongs to
overlord.
The overlord of death.
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of
death reclaims his throne.
With demonsword in hand and demonguards by side
the theocrat
Will rule till the end of time.