Born in the shade Of forgotten history In the Pits of Hathsin, A hero forged, Destiny reclaimed
World of inequity Stagnation under tyranny City of spires, And splendid keeps, Thousands live in chains
Is there a way to challenge a god? Living demon of metal, synthesized Our band of thieves will search for a way Armed with secret arts of magic and trickery
New chance at life In the veil of obscurity Waif from the streets In the guise of nobility, Set free
She is one with the luminous night Bestowed with a new sense of pride
Through black night we fly, With mist by our side Fear the ones with the spikes In their eyes Luthadel skies, A path to decide Fear the face of the Steel Inquisition
Pawns of Ruin Agents of Steel Demons of night surreal Made with tainted hemolurgy Drive the spikes Through their hearts Walking signs of oppression
Mistborn Allomantic assassin, Mankind's only hope Build an army to usurp the throne
Through black night we fly, With mist by our side Fear the ones with the spikes In their eyes Luthadel skies, A path to decide Fear the face of the Steel Inquisition
Rebel army destroyed, Hope lost The Survivor slaughters the Inquisition Sacrifice for us all
In aftermath Our hero lies broken He challenged a god and became a legend One more chance, Armed with hidden metal She steels away With hope and fury inside
Stares into his eyes, Emperor of lies, Sees the face of The defier of time A fragile god, His empire lost Fear the face of the Steel Inquisition
Inspired by Brandon Sanderson's 'Mistborn'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
