for centuries Still trapped within time Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge Holding the key to unlock the future Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood
one with the storm and all its destructive force To be one with all that is and was All that destroys thus created The blood in our veins that has been
passion Till my heart grows cold I crush the empires and crumble walls of stone I burn the villages of those below I am the dark And I am the cold The blood of the ancients
dark enigmas Who curse the very ground they walk on Who cause the feeble to tremble A lonesome soul watches from a far Poisoning the light with his
The carrion circle the rotten corpse Seasons ago before the summer stench Under the winter stars A lone creature stalks the night Its reflection dancing
deserve March to the end knowing we may never win Watch all that you know crumble Yet still fight on for all you believe in As your blood flows over
Blood! Through the turmoil we rise With our pride burning deep inside As its rooted in our veins Blood passed on from fathers To their sons Our motherland
As the funeral dirge solemnly plays A grave ravaged by time With one decaying rose Laying subtly on top of the cracked earth Alone in a cemetery of benevolence