mistveiled mountains Reaching towards the sky like a thorn that's forged from darkness A symbol of oppression, a monument of fear In the tower bloodthorn
As the dying sun sets behind the mistveiled mountains and the shadows grow deep amidst the Aeidolon Fangs The snowclad peaks almost hid by the cold evening
Hooves of iron sounds like thunder from the blackest earth It's the day of the beast the time for darkness' rebirth Demons of war, bearer of plague and
In the far horizon a shapeless darkness filled the sky And slowly with a faint whispering, making the air putrid and unbreathable The nightshadow came
all hearkened to his wisdom and in their souls a hope was lit And with his words still ringing in their ears they marched... onwards into battle The
light and bring death and darkness with thee March onwards my legions... bring pain and suffering on the way March onwards... into victory March onwards... into battle
