The Fourth King - Belmont Legacy

In the dark
Where monsters have their dwelling
When the night is coming
The dark lord is raising
His army to get revenge against mankind

His return
We all know its closer
He is here to avenge her
His rage is building up
Inside his head, someone needs to stop these deaths

The only ones that can confront him
Descendants of an ancient lineage
Every time the dark revives
They are there when he arrives
To fight against his evil army
To lock him inside in his prison
Accomplishing the final mission

Inside their veins
Runs the blood
Of the family
That saves the world
Creating a legacy
For the coming days
When the evil's back
They are prepared

With their Whip
They impose their will
From year to year
With their growing skill
The time passes by
Belmonts ascend
The dark lord´ll die
And with him his undeads

Belmonts blood
Has suppressed the darkness
Even when the sky's starless
When no one else can beat the
Evil lord, they were there to beat him with a sword

Witches' blood
Commingling with the chosen ones
Making stronger chosen sons
So the blood gets more
Powerful and then they could finish all the dark lord men

Sacrifice
The betrothed of a belmont
Made a choice we didnt count on
Had to willingly sacrifice herself
To make the whip "whole" for them

The only ones that can confront him
Descendants of an ancient lineage
Every time the dark revives
They are there when he arrives
To fight against his evil army
To lock him inside in his prison
Accomplishing the final mission

Inside their veins
Runs the blood
Of the family
That saves the world
Creating a legacy
For the coming days
When the evil's back
They are prepared

With their Whip
They impose their will
From year to year
With their growing skill
The time passes by
Belmonts ascend
The dark lord´ll die
And with him his undeads

Inside their veins
Runs the blood
Of the family
That saves the world
Creating a legacy
For the coming days
When the evil's back
They are prepared

With their Whip
They impose their will
From year to year
With their growing skill
The time passes by
Belmonts ascend
The dark lord´ll die
And with him his undeads

Written by:
Nils Steinmann

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