For this moslim bane In my darkest fantasies They will die in pain Rulers of the seas, the mountains and the sky Strong pagan warriors, not afraid to die
Performer CIRITH GORGOR
They felt the mighty emperor’s wrath Through woods of eternal winter, wolves howl An everlasting serenade to praise the demonkind They know who I am, for they are damned
The warrior’s fight with the unearthly forces of the caves of death. The fight lasts for months and is challenging for both the warrior’s physic and mental strength. Eventually
Each man receives his faith of share. A blood-red sun is the warriors shield. The eagle scans the battlefield. From a beautiful dark past, when the Earth was young
And one of them is carrying a lance and a banner And is chosen under the power of Amaymon “Art thou Asmoday?” “And he giveth the ring of virtues
thorns of oblivion, dreams unfold. Stars enlighten a darkened sky like reminders of ancient stories, still untold. As shadows dance through the landscape the dreamy spires now grow bold.