Ravishing nightly whispers forlorn Singing their tunes over a shaded land from where mysteries were born it's a rising storm
The untamed rality is forging through, with a rush and fury that haunts the lifetide The faithful servant that walks our way, one step behind till we run no more Whispers that carries the wind, the breeze that slowly put a lid on the light Only the essence of the inevitable will chant, to return with raging storm poems
From tongue to tongue the word carries on, hovering whispers from the mouth of war We dare to conquer our fate, willing to embrace the absence of death
Ravishing nightly whispers forlorn Singing their tunes over a shaded land from where mysteries were born it's a rising storm
Travelling with the gods and forgotten tales, dying to inhert its raging poetry, With Vengeance as companion and faithful servant, The night is ours, the night devours, enchanting powers the makes the blood rush like never before, What's been lost can be ours again,
Rise come forth defend for what it's worth defy the monstrous its prey and cleanse the koma for a while rise in the glory of your existence and sing your roaring hymn
From tongue to tongue the word carries on, hovering whispers from the mouth of war We dare to conquer our fate, willing to embrace the absence of death and stay guided by the torch we lit by will, brothers fall in to the hymn, even the odds further to take the right the proclaimer keeps, to add on the souls he reap.