Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what