Aeons Ov Frost Kratos
Wake up, Spartan king
And lead victorious army!
Red fills the battlefield
For power and for glory.
"How much is enough?
When will it end, Kratos?"
No one on this earth
Could stop the legendary king.
You're leading your tribe
And killing in fury
But in this darkest day
Death came on blade ov axe
You prey to the god
"Protect me, oh Ares!"
Becoming enslaved –
The Ares' deadly doll!
Arise, Mighty one
Ash-skin looks like a winter.
With strength ov Chaos Swords
Destroy Olympus Law!
How long the grief will last?
How much your soul can carry it?
Those abyss filthy seeds
Cannot impede the Wargod's foe!
You're smashing thru the Hordes
Dismembering everybody
But chains ov swords
Take roots inside your arms
You're killing the Cyclopes
Mutilating Minotaur
But deaths ov wife and son
Take roots inside your greedy mind
Kratos and God ov War!
Who are you?
Down! You descended low
Streams ov black
And red – through the Hades Lore!
So the Final battle must begin
Do you think – can it set you
Free!
– No, no, NO!
... and the Throne of War God
Now belongs to you, Ghost ov Sparta.
So what you want?
So what you can?
And who are you?
