Stormclouds gathers from the North To shroud our Eastern land Where the sun will never set Across the burning sand
Spawned from evil deeds long ago From birth our brands are drawn Scorched by flaws from elder gods Now fear the rise of dawn Hear the sound of coming war An endless anguished flood A pantheon from forlorn worlds Will cloud our skies with blood
Hear the sound of a thousand feet And chants of unknown tongue Our mighty walls will breach and fall Our culture dies too young Feel the wrath of mother North Now dread this pagan horde All light will fade as death approach His call won't be ignored
Hear our cries Gods of old awaken Rise up, defend our mythos life The north has arrived Our worlds order will tremble Save us from the flames of morbid strife Or empires will burn
Death of Tiamat Her heritage arrives By our bloody sins Marduk's curse through norsemen thrivesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
