Netherstorm

(专辑： The Fallen King - 2018)

Born in silence, in the darkest blaze
We hold the winter in our clench
The storm lives through our veins
We'll ascend to the outer space
Come back with the power of a thousand flames
Holding up her grace

We're the keepers of the wildness
We have travelled through demise and history
Falling keeps we left behind us
Cosmic rifts below our long craved victory

Faster is breeding the ancient primal
Unleashing its spiteful wicked brood

Warcries are feeding the crimson son once lost
Enlightened by the keepers of dusk
It reveals its outmost bright

Cold winds drive the force beneath
And throw the seeds on weakened soil to feed
Bring new poison through the fertile leaks
And lead the world into the final mourn