the tide of you I will let you breathe through me I will let you be with me My heart beats your blood Your breath fills my lungs Your heart beats my blood
isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's over
the tide Black moon will rise A loss of all control And weltering in blood Morbid fear of long forgotten panic Eroding into the eternity of sin Breaking
my final command to you. Now come... follow your King into battle one last time. Into the fray we ride... For the eternal glory of Hyperborea! [ANGSAAR
upon the Field of Blood... Though this day we may die, Our legend shall live forever. [ALTARUS:] And the armies met upon the Field of Blood which stretched
world and the Black Galaxy, just as maps carved into the stone walls of ancient tombs displayed the pathway to the terrifying realm through the eternal
dirty wings with an ancient oil Made out of serpents, bats and soil Take your broken wings and try to fly again Down into the abyss, through the eternal
chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall the winter zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity
Turn from the light and live for eternity A mesmerizing whisper I once heard in a dream And blood painted my dream scarlet Sending my soul to sleep
final command to you. Now come... follow your King into battle one last time. Into the fray we ride... For the eternal glory of Hyperborea! [ANGSAAR
of the tide Black moon will rise A loss of all control And weltering in blood Morbid fear of long forgotten panic Eroding into the eternity of sin
it isn't right it's not right smelling for blood praying for rain running away isn't rough, but it's not enough the low tide is telling me, when it's