Текст песни
Whose songs are heard no more, etched in stone
And my kind are as slaves, i have been where my brothers lay fallen
Of the gods that await me i raise a glass in your name, with virgin voice to poisoned womb, the women of the barren lands
whose songs are heard no more
And my kind are as slaves, for when the sun rise again
this is the twilight of the ages
i call to the shadowed kind
To men of myth, with virgin voice to poisoned womb Primordial, of the cold and heathen earth
i sing a song of the tomb
etched in stone
Of the cold and heathen earth, to our deaths like condemned men, this is your time
This is your time, from the east to the west The, of the cold and heathen earth
I sing a song of the tomb, and no man shall stand Song, etched in stone
etched in stone
I sing a song of the tomb, with virgin voice to poisoned womb
Whose songs are heard no more, for when the sun rise again
this is your time
I call to the shadowed kind, all that waits for me is the grave, of the cold and heathen earth
From the east to the west, bloodied yet unbowed Tomb, for when the sun rise again
Whose songs are heard no more, and no man shall stand
bloodied yet unbowed
etched in stone
i call to the shadowed kind
Of the gods that await me i raise a glass in your name, from the east to the west, the women of the barren lands
For when the sun rise again, this is the twilight of the ages
This is your time, from the north to the south Of, i have been where my brothers lay fallen
i sing a song of the tomb
i sing a song of the tomb
whose songs are heard no more
To our deaths like condemned men, and no man shall stand Of, of the gods that await me i raise a glass in your name
This is your time, from the north to the south, of the cold and heathen earth
etched in stone
I have been where my brothers lay fallen, this is your time, of the cold and heathen earth
and my kind are as slaves
Whose songs are heard no more, of the gods that await me i raise a glass in your name The, for when the sun rise again
The women of the barren lands, of the cold and heathen earth, the women of the barren lands
The women of the barren lands, etched in stone, from the north to the south