A cold tide has taken this land
And thus we arise to make this stand


Rivers hath spawned
The savior of man
He bears the mark of heron

In his hand

Born of the dragon mount

In avendorsa's shade
He will bring the spear of "swiswai"
The soul-blightrers blade


"callendor"
He swore

"we march to kill the dark lord"
The dread lords
Bring fire

To this darkness

Fire

Nothing can save you now
Inhale the disease


His armies come from dark shores
This is the charge of the dark god


He will bring suffering and pain
The "ashaman" arise


The mist has taken this land
Leaving nothing behind
Nightmares from another age

Don't speak a word or he will find you

So blow me a kiss

To the skies dressed in flames
But none shall return
For mine is the last for all mortal flesh


I've gazed into the abyss
And felt the ever dark

Hunted by eyeless "myrdraall"
The unseen spirits of the night


I am
The laughter
At the edge of death

For behold
Life is immortal
Because the living must die

Sing and cry out
You are mine to wield
You're mine


So blow me a kiss
To the skies dressed in flames

But none shall return
For mine is the last for all mortal flesh