Verse 1: From the north where chaos storms break free, Rides the Everchosen, dread destiny. Crowned in darkness, with fire in his gaze, A champion risen in the gods' own blaze. Bearer of fate, the Slayer of Kings, The gods’ chosen vessel, their warbell rings. The earth trembles, the heavens cry, For Archaon marches, and all must die. Chorus: Archaon, the Everchosen’s might, The harbinger of eternal night. Chaos’ sword, the world’s bane, The End Times roar in his unholy reign. Verse 2: Six treasures claim his infernal path, Each a token of the dark gods' wrath. The steed of doom, the armor cursed, The crown of domination quenches his thirst. Through the wastes, through blood, through pain, Archaon rises, his rule ordained. The light may falter, the weak may pray, But none can stand in the Everchosen's way. Chorus: Archaon, the Everchosen’s might, The harbinger of eternal night. Chaos’ sword, the world’s bane, The End Times roar in his unholy reign. Bridge: In his shadow, armies kneel, Blades of ruin, oaths of steel. The gods themselves whisper his name, The Everchosen burns in eternal flame. Chorus: Archaon, the Everchosen’s might, The harbinger of eternal night. Chaos’ sword, the world’s bane, The End Times roar in his unholy reign. Outro: And when the world falls to ash and dust, The name of Archaon will reign robust. The end is written, the die is cast, The Everchosen stands, unbroken, steadfast.
