Sons of Northern Darkness
Album - 5 febbraio 2002 - Debaser id 24507

March of the black
Dungeoned ones
Beyond the dim
They shape

March of the black
Dungeoned ones
Beyond the dim
They lurk

March of the black
Awakened beasts
Beyond the dim
They rage

Hordes of evil march
Until the end you fall
Drawn to the apocalypse
It is the age of ending

Damned in black

The ghastly rivers whirl
Swallowing all in sight
Come the vision we await
Into the blinding depths
And never to return...

Damned in black

March of the black
Dungeoned ones
Beyond the dim
They shape

March of the brave
Immortal gods
From beyond the dim
We rise...

Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward.
Led astray by the northern chaos gods.
Calm before the storm we came from the north..
Horses roamed in the open landscapes.

The scald sang to their kings.
Only he who battle wins.
The scald sang to their kings.
Let the battle be fought to be won.

Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings.
War now calls heed to the battle.
Hear our swords clinging in the wind.
Men cast from their saddles horses roar and scream.
Descendants of wrath and the kingdoms of fear..
The might we possess burn like fire.
The will remain in our northern hearts..
More scalps to be won - an eye for an eye.

Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward.
Led astray by the northern chaos gods.
One by one by the northern tribe you fall.
One by one.. die by the strongest of them all.
Still theres only greatness sunged to those who fell.
Who battled strong to win these wars..
One by one we took your lives.

Grey mist swirl across the meadows..
Where battles once ruled the steps.
Where the ancient armours of bronce..
Are buried and corroded by time.
Strong where those who won the war..
And the legends tell only of wrath.
As brothers of the northern tribes..
They guarded the borders of chaos.
We leave these Battlefields ground...
Red where the rivers of blood.
Unforgotten by the ones...
Born of strenght and glory.

Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings.
War now calls heed to the battle.
Hear our swords clinging in the wind.
Men cast from their saddles horses roar and scream.

Believe the sea high waves upon our coming storm
Hear the roaring tide as we name a dawn
See the ice in which we craft our souls
Earth's frozen cries the dark benight your kind

Monstruosly the seas rage afar as if to hide from that which nears
Skyward from the seasalt air our vision knew a giant fall
See the ice in which we craft our souls
Life's frozen cries the dark benight your kind

A place of utterness beyond the wilderness
Through a darkened terrain that fades in emptiness...
Walkers of the dust survivors of the blast
Slowly they move but far behind all time into the solar fall...

Believe the sea high waves upon our coming storm
Hear the roaring tide as we name a dawn
Monstruosly the seas rage afar as if to hide from that which nears
Skyward from the seasalt air our vision knew a giant fall
See the ice in which we craft our souls
All frozen cries the dark benight your kind
The last sunset flame dust of ice drifts the earth
Lightning plays in depths of no rebirth...