Dalszövegek
Sword The Age Of Winters

Forged by the crow-mage from shards of darkness Honed by the half-breed to vorpal sharpness Behold! The bastards blade... Bane of the demon lord Slayer

Walk through valleys of solace Ascend the spires of sleep Ignore the warnings of prophets And for your children I'll weep Skies blackened with crows Shadows on winter

She sits astride Mountains tall and wide Serpent of earth writhes Between glacial thighs Holy nectar flowing from celestial teat Lips of blood and fire

Laboring in the liquid light of Leviathan Spectres swarm around the sunken cities of the saurians Rising from the void through the blackness of eternal

Bloody battles will be fought here Await your doom at empire's end May the rivers rush to drown you May the earth swallow your hosts May the winter's