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