(Verse 1) The Warlord turns with a coward’s stride, To the gaping maw where the magma hides. "You cannot quench the planet’s heart!" He roars as the bedrock starts to part. Erik plunges through the sulfurous veil, His frost-blue armor a shimmering mail. Into the throat of the world they go, Where the rivers of liquid fire flow. The walls are pulsing, the heat is a cage, But the King is fueled by a holy rage! (Pre-Chorus) Oxygen burning, lungs filled with ash, The sound of the tectonic plates as they crash! Down the spiral of obsidian stone, To the place where the giants are never alone! (Chorus) The middle of the Core! The furnace of time! Where the Nephilim plan their terrible crime! Chasing the shadow, chasing the heat, With the weight of the world beneath his feet. The Lord of the Sword! In the mouth of the sun! The race for the surface has finally begun! (Verse 2) Olxyos reaches the Great Machine, An ancient engine, rusted and lean. He slots the Core-Key into the slot, As the iron begins to turn white and hot. "Witness the end of your sun-lit day! As I burn the sky and turn it to gray!" But Erik leaps through a fountain of spark, A sliver of winter in the glowing dark. The Frost-Reaper clashes with the Key of the Sun, A battle of elements that can't be undone! (Bridge) (The music turns rhythmic and mechanical - heavy percussion) Gears are turning! (Steam!) Pistons burning! (Fire!) The Core-Key is humming! (Doom!) The ending is coming! (Now!) [Electric Violin Solo: High-pitched and chaotic, mimicking the sound of shrieking metal and escaping pressure] (Verse 3) The machine groans under the "True Ice" touch, The cold is too heavy, the cold is too much! Hairline fractures spread through the brass, As the heat of the core is forbidden to pass. Olxyos screams, his armor starts to crack, As the "True Ice" sends the thermal energy back. He swings his hammer, a desperate blow, To send the King to the magma below! (Chorus) The middle of the Core! The furnace of time! Where the Nephilim plan their terrible crime! Chasing the shadow, chasing the heat, With the weight of the world beneath his feet. The Lord of the Sword! In the mouth of the sun! The race for the surface has finally begun! (Outro) The machine is failing... The heat is retreat... Lord of the Sword! Break the machine! Break it! (Sound of a massive mechanical jam and the scream of cooling metal)
