It's a dark time
Darker than all years before
Darker than all days before
Colder than all days before
It's a cold age
Colder than all years before
Taste a tide Where landscapes surround
Us with blight
The everflowing streams of
On the windrippled steps
Blood runs cold
Our enemies A strong ride
Stronger than all days before Stronger than all years before
The might and pride Mightier than all days before
Mightier than all years before
Come taste a tide
Where demons play the mind
On the windrippled steps
The everflowing streams of
Our enemies blood runs cold
Blow the horn for our Tide to come
Triumph our battle be won Battle all the lands
It's the triumph of the ages
Empires fall by my hands
In the triumph of the ages
Journey against the earth
Black demonic hordes
Speeding on a gathering wind
Coming from the north
It's a dark time Darker than all years before
Darker than all days before
Colder than all days before
It's a cold age Colder than all years before
Come taste a tide
Us with blight
Where landscapes surround
The everflowing streams of
On the windrippled steps
Blood runs coldOur enemies.
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