The age of axe and sword
Shields will be gashed and mangled
The bitter frost and howling winds,
Shall scream the prophecies of doom
Stars shall vanish from the skies
Sun shall be extinguished!!!
Gods crucified upon their thrones
In solitude they hang... vast enchanted forest!
Procreation of a new breed
Risen from the sahes as one
To the elder ruins again we seek knowledge
As i shroud thyself in the nocturnal calm
Let the winds carry thy curse!!!