Blood Of The Moon

Riding through the Caladim
Into the final night
Our cold swords sing on the wind
As we mount the sacred heights
Through ages untold
With names unsung
We've swam the tides of darkness
With darkness in our lungs.

We are the blood of the moon
And we gush forth beneath the endless nightsky
Severing the backbones of foes
Older than death.

We'll split our lungs
With hymns of old
And set ablaze
The winter cold.

Over leagues of ice
To the spine of Azagot
We slay the fell defilers
Dripping with rot
Through flesh and bone
With faces grim
Our fury burns eternal
It fuels the Winterhymn.

Through woods of beasts, we cut our way
Spilling blood where others pray
They pray for the daylight, but the daylight never comes
Our hearts beat with ancient drums.

We are the blades in the night
And the cold breath on the neck of fate
Charging through icewinds and mists
To penetrate the skies.

We'll split our lungs
With hymns of old
And set ablaze
The winter cold.