Fromm the tallest mountain he watches
The serpent, the saviour, the eater of men
He who thrives on dead flesh


The phantom king hungrily awaits
The march of fallen souls

Rise from the ruins of your gods

Who will be guided by his song?

Who can prove where they belong?

I fear, certain death

From the ruins of pride, I am reborn
I'll search through every stone,
On every top I will climb

When I am there, the bells of triumph will chime

Clearing your view from a curtain of mist

Ruling the people with iron fist
Judge me not for those that had to fall


Cold benighted wastelands
Abandoned by the living
Cold, unforgiving

The fallen land reveals it's night

Symbols of gods sculpt into the mountains

I'm the life of this land, the law is my command
Of your fallen and failed creations
The end of an era, a new empires birth


Descending comes the ones of old
Down from the skies like long time told

The fallen land reveals it's night

Before the eyes of the people

A king falls to the earth
Shimmering steel ends an era
A new empires birth