Encircled by the Pictish tribes The Cimbric rebels stand their ground Here at the center of the Isles Awaiting their abrupt demise
A rumble from beneath the mound The last men standing halt their fight The soil beneath them ripped and torn Awaiting their impending doom
Behold the Serpent Tower is rising From the depths beyond the plains
Behold... the Shadow Lord of olden Wielder of the Serpent Sword
Surrounded by the trident's glow Commanding spirits of the stones Descended from the Seventy Keep His power rising from the deep
Emerging from the mists of time Returning from the Ancient Spire Here at the center of the Isles In reverence all armies bow
I felt the darkness in my veins Wither, creep and fade away For an instant leave my mind Awakening the Wolf inside
“Father, why did you abandon me?”
Surrounded by the trident's glow Commanding spirits of the stones Descended from the Seventy Keep His power rising from the deep
Emerging from the mists of time Returning from the Ancient Spire Here at the center of the Isles In reverence all armies bow
Behold the Serpent Tower is rising From the depths beyond the plains
Behold... the Shadow Lord of olden Wielder of the Serpent Sword... Behold...
Alive again, to free the realms of Urlàr Only to face this tragic fate An enemy he cannot conquer His own Flesh and BloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
