Drink from the goblet, the goblet of gore.
Taste the zombie's drug, now you want more.
Drifting from the living, joining with the dead.
Zombie dwelling maggots, now infest your head...
Spirits damned to rot
amidst the brimstone fireballs,
Eyes of the dead
watching from their living walls
Broken glass reflections
show your flesh eaten away,
Beyond the gates I'll take you
where the blood forever raaaains!
As I draw up my breath,
and silver fills my eyes.
I kiss her still,
for she will never rise.
On my weak body,
lays her dying hand.
Through those meadows of Heaven,
where we ran...
Fire is raging on the battlefield
while Arwald is fighting the war of the kings,
The army of Dargor, the thunder, the storm...
so people are calling the brave and his sword,
No time left to save the wise throne!
Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and
Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow
The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top
From a stormy horison we get our course
The cry of freedom
The sun turned from the south,
Sister of Moon,
She did not have
Nor Had the Moon,
A notion of what
Powers they had,
A counsil were gathered
Where names were given,
The night and the nightfall
And the morning they named,
The mid-day, mid-winter
For the assigning of years