On and on, through the night, mystic voices in the air Spectral steps without sight, as the trial is drawing near Into the dark, trembling with fear, now is the time to stand as one
Crimson lights led us here, follow them, so said the seer Solid shapes, not just rocks, strangest figures, crescent tops The moon guides our way, up to the peak, towards the throne, where monarchs preach
Kneel before the throne of the crescent lord Behold the frozen kingdom and lay down your swords
We've reached the summit of Aztara And the world lies at our feet The sun comes up on the horizon Brings back the call we're bound to heed
On and on through the night, cursed it is, forsaken site Crescent lords, frozen kings, to hell with them and the curse they bring The fog disappears, the sun lights our way, our spirits return this newborn dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
