Purified Hatred

He's the man… [X3]

He's the man of purified hatred. Who will slay or be slain. In the very end of time of righteousness, he'll call upon his father's reign.

Who will strike them with lightnings
Yaa, yaa. yaaaaooo!

Son of the sky walks the earth seared by sin and pain. He walks towards the final war
The war: man against the hordes of beast-men. Alone he gazes the sky for guidance, no!

And yet he knows no desolation. He knows it's his final day. The rune of death, grave and salvation… he'd write upon the face of fallen friends.

When I call my fathers name I open up the righteous rune of bane
And unleased his power on the beastmen who died, and stayed dead.

Upon calling his father's very name… he'd open up the righteous rune of bane! And unleash its power upon the beast-men. Who will die and forever stay… dead!

He will return to breed and prosper. Once again the land would rise
No signs of threat left down here will remain. But left is still the war of death and vain.

Who will strike them with lightnings
Yaa, yaa. yaaaaooo!

”Son, read runes gaze into them, you who'd slay or be slain. In the very end of time of righteousness, hide your blood in a cave.”