Dark edifice shrouded in the thick mist Walls covered with shadow bathed in the purple of the sun Master's throne wrapped in the attire of the ancient lords Might returned to the old bewitched gates
Standing on the hill of truth I reach out towards the abyss Wind tousles my body I feel the ancient power
Wild sea waves strike with crash against the walls Power of nature unveils its mighty face Let us be carried away by the force of element Flesh, blood, lasting and death
Might returns
False symbols burn Fire whirl devours What the weak worshipped In the times of darkness and deceitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
