Texty:
Drowning The Light The Blood Of The Ancients

for centuries Still trapped within time Holding a millennia of decadence and knowledge Holding the key to unlock the future Tattered scrolls written in peasants blood

passion Till my heart grows cold I crush the empires and crumble walls of stone I burn the villages of those below I am the dark And I am the cold The blood of the ancients

The carrion circle the rotten corpse Seasons ago before the summer stench Under the winter stars A lone creature stalks the night Its reflection dancing

Blood! Through the turmoil we rise With our pride burning deep inside As its rooted in our veins Blood passed on from fathers To their sons Our motherland