A foul wind haunts us like a curse
Upon leaving our homeland in silence
Numbered – us few who survided
Let the Mourn guide our crumbling steps against the rain

Weary eyes witness a change in the grass
Withering fields slowly drowning in volcanic ash
A scorching path cuts through crawling roots and trees
Howls of ancient beasts echo in the air

Wading through a flaming path

And now our hopes are looking thin
Of going accross the broken landscape
The horses fled and now we're lost
Lost forever, here

In the land of eternal desolation
Where stony remnants hide looming gateways to a forgotten past
Death stalks our darkened trail
A graveless Death, beneath the ashes where wind and rain blaze

Suddendly our hearts stir at the view
We know we've been here before
Gods deliver us from the Ashlands
Their beauty is a sentence for our souls

Our eyes still wet with tears
The wind was trying to rip them apart
Crossing the wastelands where thousands of our ancestors died
Here bones are covered by measureless dunes
And we feel dead ourselves
Lost in a future grown red when all mountains turn to ash

We're out the land of eternal desolation
Away from the valleys of the Ashlands where wind and rain blaze
We carve a path through sprouting roots and trees
The nightmarish halls disappeared with the haze

Gods deliver us from the Ashlands
As we leave their terrors behind on the peaks of memory
Silent, untouched, uncorrupted they remain
We know we'll be here once again

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