Pretender To The Throne (Opus I The Usurper's Spawn)-Necromantia

Beyond the mountains of madness Crossing the river Acheron Lies the crimson battlefield Where Father and son will cross their blades On a flaming bat-shaped chariot The Infernal Emperor appears Matching his daring offspring Waiting for Cerberus to howl The guardian hound now screams And swords are raised with hatred Both forged in pain and blackness Destined to spread the veil of Death The battle doesn't seem to end Such is their ferocious rage Like hungry beasts upon their prey No more blood ties can hide their hate Suddenly the black-steel blade Held by the pretender's hand Pierces the Undead's wicked head As dragon wings shading the sun A wave of living darkness Effuses from the Emperor's heart Embraces the usurper Absorbing his soul and blood A triumphant voice Now echoes in the skies Now my son we're bound Reborn into the Black Masters of the Cosmos Now my son we're one