Rituals, an offering of blood The lives of the holy misled, a feast for the kraken In darkness we crawled from the sea seeking power from whence we were born
Eyes of black, grasping tentacles desiccating salt encompassing Reaving this world and beyond a return of iron to the sea amidst the salt and smoke
Poisoning, his gifts dripped in venom plotting to usurp the sacred chair Silencing all who oppose and serve the conquerer of seas sails on wings of black
Drinking deep the nectar of the magi revealing secrets unbeknownst Our slumbering lord reaches out encased in his sunken tomb he hungers for release
Eye of the the storm, first and the last the master of the horn Leading us into a new age One last chance to see how the whole world will burn
Smoke blocking out the sun Darkness swallowing the world Born of iron, leaving the stone The Other will lead us home Down to his halls Struck down at sea by the lord of light He will rain the fire down among us
Broken men on broken shores Lowly pawns in an eternal war Blood in the water, death on the sea Feeding the other feasting with glee
A winged beast appears Breathing death from the sky Scorching all of us This is not the one we beckoned I'm burning alive
Led astray by the crow His begging eye black and full of lies He's led us to our doom
The bones of the drake will mark our gravesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.