Through the streets of chaos in the city where the statues scream
In streets where metal meets metal, the mighty tigers of pan-tang
Inhuman screaming statues writhes in agony and pain
The overlords ride their wagons with proud heads held high
I pass the straits of chaos onward to the plains of glass
I searched for symbols of evil to open dimensional gates
The cult of slortar, the genius one. To slave and serve
Become chaos son
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death reclaims his throne
With demonsword in hand and demonguards
By side the theocrat will rule till the end of time
Opening an alternate timespace where fury and storms were born
Searching for new demonbreeds to raise hell in glorious form
Bound for existence eternal in rings of purest gold
To show powers to the mortals, raising elemental storms
Summoning the travel demon to journey through the plains
To fight for what's rightfully ours, guided by slortar the old
The city of the screaming statues belongs to overlord
The overlord of death
Spawned from chaos, of evil born, the overlord of death reclaims his throne
With demonsword in hand and demonguards by side the theocrat
Will rule till the end of time