Darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls

Under the Devil's spell of the dead
all that rise may bow down before him
the joker speaks of the riddle and iluminiates uncountable army of laughter
slowly devouring the sky
darkness soon arrive at the door step of our base

Souls of the dead starts to enter
breaking the bonds of the molecules
causing a complete destruction of the body system
broken souls starts to hold crosses
Praying for a light shinning on them

Anxiously breaking the sign of darkness
heaven befall on mankind bringing spring
nevertheless the holy knights wield thier equipment ready for battle
destruction of the laughter is the only way for the knights to reign hounor and sucess