Lyrics Ilian of Garathorm - Smoulder

Ilian of Garathorm

Each soul spoke in a familiar voice
Erekosë, Dorian, Elric, Corum
Fate’s soldier, eternally!
March against the dark empire
Hoist the burning banner
To win the yellow horn of Ymryl
Fate calls a Champion!
Warrior, of many forms!
Clandestine movements in a sunlit glade
Gain the trust of those you once betrayed
Outlaws of a thousand spheres
The flame lance hits target
Double-bladed battle axe
Twist the sword from corpse
Invaders left burned alive
Pile of blackened bones
Fate calls a Champion!
Warrior, of many forms!
Ymryl and eldritch master
Merge as one in the great beast Arioch
Serpent lord entranced by power
Too proud to heed danger
From the malevolent sword
Possessed by great power
Cursed iron of the ages
The mighty Stormbringer!
Fate calls a Champion!
Warrior, of many forms!
Fate calls the Eternal Champion!
The multiverse is won!