At the gate of nightfall With the sword of ages Comes the spring of darkness On the plains of nowhere Blood runs hot with my buried fathers
Screams Wounds Scars Tombs
Will to stand (To) stand alone Face the loss Face the glory Now
River runs down the upstream Light forcing its way, through the surface Anarcy and free will Thus spoke the elders
Blood cracks open the ground
Ravens flee Pitch black Another mind Another dawn
Blood cracks open the ground
Distant roars Dying stars Fading blades Never forget At the gate of nightfall With the sword of ages Comes the spring of darkness On the plains of nowhere Blood runs hot with my buried fathers
