A forlorn soul scowls in the glades of mist Eternally shrouded in stillness and secrecy Once lying slumber awakened with all it's fury Forever serpentine in our powerless realm Winters song silences the autumns reign Faced with death we hearken it's bellowing roars Watching the fires dance against the wind Our horns of war shatter the stagnant air Tales of vengeance brace the sons of old Gathering fearless, called to arms Banners ripped, torn, stained with blood A night honored by the gleaming moon Skies concealed by a blackened rain Burning flesh soaks the air we breathe One final wound to lull the reign of fury Revered as lord of his fallen dynasty Tales of vengeance brace the sons of old Gathering fearless, called to arms Banners ripped, torn, stained with blood A night honored by the gleaming moon