Hills of Sefiroth piosenki
Utwory wykonawcy:
By the Light of Torches Past
A look back tells everything of tomorrow. The hills are covered with the same age old frost, with the same glorious snows. The wretched writtings of yesterday revel today, I set these pages afire. We guide ourselves by the light of torches past and die the sam...
From Heaven Battles Reign
A calling is heard, our weapons are drawn. The spirit burns in the sky, the elders to the beat of a thousand hooves. Fires light the way to eternity, torches borne of the hated enemy. Stand strong against thy will, the spear conquers the flesh, the steel...
Leave Them to Their Graves to Lie
The caskets line the banks as we pass. Tears freeze as the snow falls, blood is cold as the fog of night, as the iron by our sides drips crimson victory. Move forward, we are needed ahead. The dead shall not followfar behind, we leave them to their graves to l...
Millenial Reign
millennial reign to begin prophetic destiny prevails at the end dreams and delusions one and the same. nothing shall remain faith and fear mean nothing more as it all begins to decay. lies become realized with no time for resolution entered sanctuary desec...
Of Nightfall and Cold Valleys
I dream of stones and plagues, I build my eternity amongst the mighty forgotten. My named burned into the walls. My call from the haunted acres casts echoes aeons long...
The Pillar of the Elite
Ride; we will find our home by nightfall. We built our means by blood and filth. We find passage by the light of our father's torches. Under an arch of oak and thorn, our pillar of elitist fortitude beckons our rejoice. Gather around and watch our enemies...
The Stone Called Night, Silently She Reigns
The night vast, silently she reigns, the air is deep with the breath of centuries of honor. The wood is deep, the spirit cold against the new enemy. Gather, as we defend our old. The hammer stands firm to the iron, clash mighty thunder, our heart is with...
Their Tools Are Laid to Rest
The woods watch silent; still. The herds have moved on, the fields lay dead, and the tools have been laid to rest. The march pushes on, the drums lead the way,.Guided by the haze of ash and filth, the blaze fills the horizon, the heavens litter the plain. The...
Torment Under Rust and Ruin
Shackled by creed and crown, the pages burried under rust and ruin. The ancient elite battle the forced burden. These are not the actions of purity; these are not the works of the true. This is hatred, this is blood, this is rust and ruin. Taint thy flesh with...
We Drink of Our Father's Cup
Hail! A sermon made flesh Wrought by iron and blood, raise our torches to burn our path To achieve the ends, the ancients revel in their graves, we drink of our fathers cup, we hold fast to our beliefs, in these days we build a new stronghold, a pilla...