9 acessos
Summoned by the princes black
A lust for power brought it back
All the omens went ignored.
Infernal beacon of metal black
Soldiers of the past are summoned back
The world falls beneath the sword.
The old tales speak of raising up a God
Who knows only war
'Our doom has come!'
All the elders say
And so we flee
Before the spire.
The Spire of War.
We are all of us now enslaved
Under whips of demons until the grave
All the omens went ignored.
The old tales speak of raising up a God
Who knows only war
Our doom has come!
All the elders say
And so we flee
Before the spire.
The Spire of War.