[Prologue:]



Once there was a time

When we would wander through landscapes

Which seemed infinite under the light

Of a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of night

Like a knife it cut us free

Allowing us Earth's secrets to be seen



The wind carries our soul through the air

Sanguine creatures we have never been

The way that lies ahead of us

Is covered with mysterious melancholy

Draped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see



And long journeys we travel

Their horses sweating when we arrive

Our coming carves fear in their hearts

And men weapon themselves in fright

We are cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skies

And storms sweep over their lands

Their steel is useless against our might

Never again will it shine in the bleak moonlight



The wind carries our soul through the air

The east we'll destroy, the west will obey

The north we'll possess, the south we will slay



Leaving behind lands in decay

Creating a morbid light on our path

Wandering so exalts our existence

We are the withering flowers on their grave



...And storms sweep over their lands...



And long journeys we travel

Their horses sweating when we arrive

Our coming carves fear in their souls

As our swords shine in the bleak moonlight