Seeds Of The Ancient Gods

Whipping tears from the sky
As the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul
With blood on their hands
And high-raised swords
The ancient gods command.

Fading the forest the shadows of the past
With the ravens command they march onward.

Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
As they bend down and greet to their gods
A cold mist now hovers their ground
As they gather for war, mighty and proud.

Shadows appear from behind the torchlight
Slowly arise from the deepest fog
The pestering storms
The raging battles forward from the north.

An ancient myth of a time to come
A black hole, an empty grave
A birth of a forthcoming master
The darkening sky.

The fallen life as the stars die
In the gloom they rise
The crowned one`s
Of ancient times.

Fading the forest the shadows of the past
With the ravens command they march onward.