The whirlwind howls my name My mind soars across the planes The blood upon the stone Dried ages ago
And the gods are sleeping No one left to bow before Our race has lost it's way Temples lye in decay Belial in his lair Awaits the trumpets blare
And the gods are sleeping No one left to hear our prayers
The ancient gods are waiting for the call From the seven trumpets of Altamont The seas will churn the dead shall rise again The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red
Lords of the light awake Rise up unto your fate Belial's horde awaits Open the ancient gates Sounding the horns of war It's what you've waited for Rise up and sleep no moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
