The tides are turning, the mists of war descend To break the cage of sorrow's spell Relinquish all that you perceive to be true And place your trust only to within
I am the serpent's severed tongue I am the venom that lies within The darkest skies, the falling rain I am the Tyrant, hear my name
One the mountains edge above ungodly earth Raise your blade and proclaim to the skies "Let the winds whip like chains across my back And bring the thunder crashing down upon me"
No tempest will ever take me For I have stood on the crest of doom I turn my face towards the marching horde And brace myself for the coming storm
The crimson curtain has fallen on our time So we must bow before the world And you will linger with the corpse of the earth For on this field of war, a storm shall riseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
