4 acessos
Slowly end of the human rage
With sorrow comes the Death
For all lost time in the years
We give our blood today
So many voices from the ancient world
In our life again
This world will die from the hand of pain
This world will die from the hand of pain!
We are the spirits of the ash
Returned for the throne
And all across these dark lands
We will give our law
To break the chains of sorrow
To take the spirit of the lie
Will see the new world order
Back into the ancient times...
Ash... Sorrow... Death... Spirits of the
Ancient world and fate. In darkness living
Founded by the Death, forever in these
Lands with ghostly hands
We will keep our souls into the end...
To the end of world... by the pain
We will take our hearts into the rain...
Into the snow and storms...
To the death...