Текст песни Cirith Gorgor - The Stormrulers (The Art Of Megalomania)
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[Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum][Prologue:]Once there was a timeWhen we would wander through landscapesWhich seemed infinite under the lightOf a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of nightLike a knife it cut us freeAllowing us Earth`s secrets to be seen The wind carries our soul through the airSanguine creatures we have never beenThe way that lies ahead of usIs covered with mysterious melancholyDraped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see And long journeys we travelTheir horses sweating when we arriveOur coming carves fear in their heartsAnd men weapon themselves in frightWe are cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skiesAnd storms sweep over their landsTheir steel is useless against our mightNever again will it shine in the bleak moonlight The wind carries our soul through the airThe east we`ll destroy, the west will obeyThe north we`ll possess, the south we will slay Leaving behind lands in decayCreating a morbid light on our pathWandering so exalts our existenceWe are the withering flowers on their grave ...And storms sweep over their lands... And long journeys we travelTheir horses sweating when we arriveOur coming carves fear in their soulsAs our swords shine in the bleak moonlight