The throne awaits Built with iron of swords forgotten Laments of conquest Lords Grey winds for the newborn sons They are the coming storm Born in the abyss of thorns Ravenous for glory The rise of the Serpent fire
I remember the stars upon a restless sea. And even as i gazed a grotesque and vile God emerged from the depths of the earth, ripping the surface with sharp nails and iron scales.
From waves he rises!
His image, an enormous figure with a broken crown, rising taller than the winds of grace, charged towards the world of men to claim his throne, earthly and sinful, a testimony of days past.
A shining blade Cuts deeply the divine Forests of whispering trees Singing symphonies of rage
Born to rule the seven kingdoms Born to drain the seven seas Prophecies of times forgotten Entwining the laments of God
Dark is the path for glory Storming our way into another form Resurrecting all ancient sources Dying again but among men
I remember a Fearsome silhouette of might and doom reflecting upon the wrathful dark waters below. from the skies tears fell down, embracing His skin, guiding Him to apostasy.
His throne we saw…
…carved on the world of the mortals who waited this Old God. At its feet, virgins half naked playing with sin, rubbing their arms on each others skin, eager for Leviathan to come.
We are the serpents of the abyss Symbol of the seven hells The face of freedom and wisdom And for this we were abandoned by heavenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
