As the darkness creeps over the mountains
Deep within the shadowland
Far beyond silent whispers
Lies a castle upon the hills
Freezing blood upon the wet grass
From warriors that once lived
Above the mountainside
Behold the creator of tears and sorrow
Now in the dark age
A new king has conquered this world
Behold his mightful force
Set fire to the land
The blood of the weak shall flow
Come forth, might Emperor
We hail our light into the dark
Slowly into flames
Into the infinity of darkness
Beyond the light of a new day
Hearing the winds, the shadows calling...
We raise the beast within
Into the stars we gaze, forever lost
We are but slaves to the one with horns
