A return to form, a return to old, the lone hope in a dying world When all is lost & forgotten we need only look to the past A grim tradition honored by the true, the flame burns for the chosen few With dedication to the dark arts, we trancend the mundane The heroes of our heathen past have light the eternal path Wandering the nightly abyss, answering the call of the black!
The darkness strengthens the minds of the elite From the infinite forests to the deepest black seas Our spirits dwell among the cold mist, The great mountains, desolate plains and forgotten graves Our heritage was forged with blood, through endless sorrow & tears Great loss & tragedy, but from it great strength We rise as a phoenix among the flames of old We stand as stone, weathered but never broken As a monument to the forgotten
We are the flames from the past, no hope for this dying world Among the shadows, among the gloom, a requiem for the doomed Amidst majestic pines and ancient oak, we follow the ways of raven and wolf Reclaimation of times of old, in the solace of bitter cold Traces of the pagan past uncovered from dust and ash Summoned from a moonlight mass, the flames of old guide my path!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
