Текст песне : Spearhead (Metal). Theomachia. Prey To The Conqueror.

Those who see not that sword, that?s like unto a thousand suns
The diffident in arms and unaligned
Who drinking from the poisoned cup of the world illusion
Will ever fall a prey to the conqueror

As an aerolith that shatters the sky
The superior nature shall discern all, above all

The realm of that victory unvanquished
Is that of the shatterers of illusion
While those of the diurnal sleep
Shall ever fall a prey to the conqueror

Conqueror! Conqueror! Conqueror! Conqueror!

A knife in the lotus of Aetas