Blocking the sunlight From the grey, sullen skies The long lost horror returns Spawn of the first-born Raising the dead The breath of his very lungs burn Shouting the elements Unto the land Mysterious master of fear Winged warmonger Foretelling fates The last sign of end-times is here
Reanimated, the great beast flies The new blight beckons the blades Deep in the mountains A thunderous voice Erupts from the high, rocky shade Summon the hero, prophecy-born Equipped with the mind for the kill Head held high He shouts to the sky The blood of the creature will spill
The quest has begun To search for the key Bringing the enemy to his feet A weapon of old, and futures untold Conundrum of reality Not with a sword Or arrow and bow Can this vile creature be slain Struck from the sky The demon must die This is the call of the blades
Many have fallen To this wretched beast Cursed tormentor of souls Running my blade through His defiled corpse Sever the flesh from the bones Soon he will join The deceased in the void Screaming and writing in pain Fallen and drained Of his last drop of blood Ending his merciless reignTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
