| All over the world
|
| Their banners unfurled
|
| O mighty War Lords
|
| Galèria restored
|
| They’ve watched that darkest hour of night
|
| Whose gloom precedes the dawn of light
|
| That solemn hour when silence deep
|
| Seals not the eyes of those that weep
|
| The light will die at the end of days
|
| Like shadows have the mighty passed away
|
| Around the world
|
| Their banners unfurl
|
| Soon to hear the shouts of war
|
| Like the waves of the tumultuous sea
|
| That break upon the shattered earth
|
| And quake the ground eternally
|
| Tides
|
| A swarm of the helpless enthralled
|
| Will falter, then die and litter the soil
|
| Tides
|
| A swarm of the helpless enthralled
|
| Will falter, then die and litter the soil
|
| They’ve watched that darkest hour of night
|
| Whose gloom precedes the light
|
| The ill-fated souls lie down in the crepuscular dusk
|
| And with none to make afraid
|
| Leaning calmly towards the river
|
| Dimly gleaming through the shade
|
| Death shall seem but summer darkness
|
| For they underestimate the void, unknown
|
| There they shall merge into the fire that is breaking from below
|
| Mountains eclipse the sky
|
| The Kingdom is lost to the night |