Stronghold
Air grows dense through the northern sky
Every critter away from here will run swim or fly
The air starts to smell like something once here would die
All the evil in the world this place would suddenly personify
Lighting strikes the heaven
There is more fury than during Armageddon
Lightning grows closer time between it and thunder starts at eleven
Than seven, three, one as approaches the dark baron
He throws lightning and thunder at me
As all around me flee
Can one change once destiny
In order to do that I must control destiny of one that controls destiny
The battle is a stalemate after devil arrived
I fought him and survived
But there is difference between survived
And thrived
But is there more to this world
Or does everything revolve around lies and sword
If there is heaven there is also underworld
And that is from where came the dark lord
As I look towards the northern sky I search my soul and my bloodline
Is there in there something divine?
No but this is not end of the line
By balance of judgment devil will be mine
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