Journey of lost souls embarks in the Thyne skies Seared fields and plateaus mark the beckoning cries Winds that gale and waters that flow Howls that wail and slaughter of foes
Weapons raised high, and the crests were even higher Deafening rors from the mountainous fires Visions are affixed on the mightiest treasure Villainous conflicts are exacted with pleasure
Storms commence and shadows befall Swarms dispense the cackling calls
Closer and closer they feel it in their hearts Yearning the closure for their lives ron apart Tasting the revenge and loving hatred None hasting to avenge the prize is awaited
Across the hills and dales, and beyond the coastal plains The arbors, the thickets and past the relentless rains Through the desert marshes, and all the flood laden valleys Crested harsh are the blood maiden galleys
Days turn to months, and months turn to years Praise burns the suns that lessen their fears Strength has arisen adrenaline high The weak are visited Incarnadine thrives
Onward towards the horizon they travel with pride Carrying in honor all the comrades who died
Marching relentlessly, the Exiled never lose sight of the quest Embarking bequestingly, spent and viled, Conquering the ultimate test
Dignity and pride lead the unwavering attacks Unity applied speed the favoring acts Victory and success conquering all enemies Sanctity, noblesse, pondering all to serve thee
Ashar, Drad, and Kolar aid the ensuing mass Two moons, one star, give praise to the ruining chaste
They held the silvery pendant high in adulation The four points intercepted the four enclosures Arms raised towards the antiquated temple The exiled are reborn, and heed the call to SerpithiaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
