In that mysterious secret cavern Hidden by the putrid river of oblivion The worn shards of old steel lie Vestiges of a powerful lineage...
The lacerating undergrowth rises from the depths Like an impenetrable wall of nature
Generating a protective force field Around the three majestic proud peaks There was my longing in search of the sword Like many others before me...
The guards at the entrance spoke to me About runic rituals And wise pagan wanderers...
He who traveled to the Cavern of Parsifal Keeping the covenant of the White Atlanteans Carried the wise sword in his hands The Venus Stone reflected the right place...
In those petrous and desolate wastelands In the heart of our southlands On a ruthless climb to the dark peaks My tireless spirit found the mystical portal...
Gnawed by the misery of the centuries and betrayal Preserving carved runic signs From my back I faced the arcane mystery Under blackened skies, eternal and triumphant And I stripped my body of all material ties
Fused with the icy gleam that came from the cavern... But the sword no longer exists There are only fragments covered in blood Oh, holy blood on cold steel...
In a voracious cry I curse humanity And the betrayal of the elusive gods And I took an oath of honor...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
