| Song | The Great Stone War |
| Artist | Winds of Plague |
| Album | The Great Stone War |
| It's all boiled down to this: | |
| A futile attempt to sway the struggle | |
| We're all destined to perish | |
| Put down by your self-seeking greed | |
| With the great clashing of titans, | |
| Unveil the power of contrasts | |
| Crush them like a stampede of mammoths | |
| Wipe them from the face of the Earth | |
| Hold.... | |
| With our shield or on it, | |
| Fight with the strength of 100 men | |
| Forcing out a battle cry | |
| Straight through the opposition | |
| Angels, warlocks, arise | |
| Now the world, | |
| Half-drenched in blood, | |
| Shall die |