Held in the dungeons

Of darkest sorcerer

Witnessing his magic rituals

Helping his armies to win the war

Lying on the ground

With amputated limbs

He can not escape

From the pain

To suffer in the sphere

Is his fate

He'll fight with the beasts

To give them pleasure

To see him die

And now he's into the artificial

World chased by the beasts

Running with despair