Whipping tears from the sky,
as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul
With blood on their hands,
and high-raised swords,
the ancient gods command
Fading the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command they march onward
Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky,
as they bend down and greet to their gods
A cold mist now hovers their ground,
as they gather for war, mighty and proud
Shadows appear from behind the torchlight,
slowly arise from the deepest fog
The pestering storms,
the raging battles forward from the north
An ancient myth of a time to come,
a black hole, an empty grave
A birth of a forthcoming master,
the darkening sky
The fallen life as the stars die,
in the gloom they rise
The crowned one`s,
of ancient times
Fading the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command they march onward
Music by: Grusom
Vocal by: Grusom
Lyric by: Grusom 1994
upped by: _BlackWizard_ from #hah on DALnet