8 acessos
Walking in the forest fog
I think about the murder ages
I see the blood from the hordes
In the ground from thousand ages
Now the battle fields I see, alive
Far away from my times
With hope I feel the spirit fly
To the eternal home in the sky
Fire! I am the last one
In the world with painful life
From the ancient times will come
My spirit, here in the ground
Swords up! Defend our throne!
Will crush all of the mortal mob
And then will see them fall
Will find the sacred key from hell
To bring them there, away, alone
Will see the rise of the morning star
Without abhor...