Ancestral Spirit

Born from a speck of ash among the remains of a massive destruction
Lost souls look for refuge and chaos become creation
Lost souls take me to an oneiric abyss.

Where the winged spirit rides the hatred that preceded time
The silence claims the death of the former ones
There comes a new world of agony and destruction.

Born from a speck of ash among the remains of a massive destruction
Lost souls look for refuge and chaos become creation
To ponder their domains is to leave our humans remains
And ride the glorious current of the chaos wind.

On the deep waters of the gelid river
The moon reflects the blood and the agony.

I have crossed the hills as a spectrum looking from the graves
Of the ancient warriors of the north.

The silence claims the death of the former ones
There comes a new world of agony and destruction.