(Intro)
Beneath the moon, where shadows reign,
I stand in silence, devoid of pain.
The world shall burn, let none deny—
For in my flame, all life shall die.
(Verse 1)
I am Messmer, Lord of the Dark,
With blood and fire, I leave my mark.
The weak shall fall, the lost shall bleed,
In the forge of chaos, they shall heed.
My purpose standeth unchanged,
A reckoning deep, forever unchained.
The grace of God is no longer thine,
Now thou art bound by my design.
(Chorus)
Those stripped of Grace, in sorrow’s name,
Shall meet their end in Messmer’s flame.
No mercy shown, no prayer for thee,
In the fire, thou shalt never be free.
For my flame doth cleanse the night,
And burneth all in its cruel light.
(Verse 2)
The skies are torn, the earth doth quake,
A reckoning comes for the damned to take.
I shall not falter, nor shall I wane,
The broken souls shall feel my reign.
Thy light is dim, thy faith undone,
Bow to the flame, there is no sun.
In the ash of thy mortal sin,
My power doth burn, let it begin.
(Chorus)
Those stripped of Grace, in sorrow’s name,
Shall meet their end in Messmer’s flame.
No mercy shown, no prayer for thee,
In the fire, thou shalt never be free.
For my flame doth cleanse the night,
And burneth all in its cruel light.
(Bridge)
Bow, ye mortal fools, bow to my will,
For none shall rise when my flame doth kill.
I burn in fury, I burn in hate,
All those who fall—too late, too late!
(Verse 3)
In my grasp, the blood runs cold,
Thy future is written, in ashes foretold.
The whispers of the gods fade to naught,
For in my fire, salvation is sought.
The flame is eternal, the fire is mine,
The weak shall perish, and the strong shall decline.
In the embrace of Messmer’s flame,
None shall escape, none shall remain.
(Chorus)
Those stripped of Grace, in sorrow’s name,
Shall meet their end in Messmer’s flame.
No mercy shown, no prayer for thee,
In the fire, thou shalt never be free.
For my flame doth cleanse the night,
And burneth all in its cruel light.
(Outro - Final Words)
My purpose standeth unchanged.
Those stripped of Grace of God shall all meet death.
In the embrace of Messmer’s flame.
