Rising Proudly Towards The Sky

(альбом: Grom - 1996)

Fallen into oblivion...
The last view inside my mind
Silver walls ofg the castle
Risen proudly towards the sky
The rebellion failed...
Many brave ones went down
Hung on black trees they are
Blown by the four winds
I've been waiting for years,
Growing stronger
Blazing weapons,eyes burn bright
In the dark as a King I shall return...
Horns sing in the woods,
Hordes gather
Ancient gods of war
Ride on the sky
Old kingdom will fall
Like a moondust...
Reflecting down the walleys
So pure, hungry for blood
The hearts of the dark ones
Thunders strike...
Dancing on the black mirrors
The bards of war and venegeance
Came from forgotten realms
As a King I shell return...
To proclaim my victory,
Return of ancient pride,
Laws of steel...
Cold steel...