Mystic Circle

Dark clouds rise as the blessed one had killed his parents
Under the care of his uncle he now learns the system of the war
He suspects what powers are within him
And that he will be the bringer of a new age
Slowly grows the kingdom of blasphemy
The new order has begun
Slowly spreads the kingdom of blasphemy
The large storm is brewing
In his heart he holds the will of destruction
It is set free more and more
Ready to extinguish everything that's holy
He will bury of that stands in his way to build his throne
Fire will burn into their limbs
And death will prevail
The creatures of hell