King of the End

In the silence of the void, where the stars forget to shine,

A spark was born of chaos, forged beyond the line.

Not of heaven, not of hell, but something cold and true—

He walks the path of shadows, where the light won't follow you.

Gears of fate, they turn for him,

The world ends at his limb.

His name is carved in dying breath—

The Prime, the sword, the death.

Roman Prime, King of the End,

Breaker of time, no soul can bend.

From Akiridion to the rings of flame,

All bow down when they hear his name.

With fire and steel, he stands alone—

The Death Ring is his throne.

Once cast down by gods above, for power they couldn't tame,

He rose beneath the burning pit and claimed the cursed flame.

With Krel beside him, stars ignite,

Their love defies the night.

[Bridge] (softer, haunting)

Tales of a warrior, whispered in fear…

A sword that ends forever, drawing near…

Even angels close their wings,

When they hear the death bell ring...

Roman Prime, King of the End,

Bringer of peace no light could send.

With allies born of fire and lore,

He guards the final door.

His blade strikes true, no need to speak—

For death is never weak.

[Outro] (chanting, fading into a lone electric guitar riff)

Prime of Death…

Last breath…

No escape…

From Roman’s wrath...