Blood of the lords and the crown of the king Has sunk in the driftsand of neverending dark. Tears of the falling and blood of the dead Has soaked the banks of Nórthórs vein of life.
Towns have been burned and homes got destroyed, Children got orphaned und families torn apart. Torn apart and hidden in the dark They ask themselves: Is there any chance of hope?
Thousands died on the battlefields Thrown into the Deep Stream, Turned into a crimson River, Turned into a River of BLOOD!
A Western Threat has grown In lands of Dwarven kings. The Vicious mounted the throne To conquer! To torment The Ancient Eastern Kingdom's Tormented Ancestors! A Western Threat has grown, The Vicious One has mounted the THRONE!
Time went by and the blood chased away, But the fear remained in the hearts of hidden men. Starving, forgotten and craving for revenge They wait in their forts of the rutted Mounts of Dawn.
Swords and plans were forged in their dens For taking revenge for the torment, they endured. But in the end: Who knows, what will come? What the future will bring to the men of Cyane Fields?
The Vicious One has crowned himself To rule Nórthórs west, Turned into an evil force, To conquer which remains!
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Here I stand on the battlefields See my fallen brothers It shall never be forgotten, 'akh Ghand nal Bhánam Al'adúr ("The Battle of the Crimson Stream")
Thousands died on the battlefields Thrown into the Deep Stream, Turned into a crimson River, Turned into a River of BLOOD!
(CHORUS) To conquer! To torment The Ancient Eastern Kingdom's Tormented Ancestors! A Western Threat has grown, The Vicious One has mounted the THRONE!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
