Cirith Gorgor - The Stormrulers (the Art Of Megalomania) lyrics

[Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum] [Prologue:] Once there was a time When we would wander through landscapes Which seemed infinite under the light Of a sun that was to be murdered by the darkness of night Like a knife it cut us free Allowing us Earth's secrets to be seen The wind carries our soul through the air Sanguine creatures we have never been The way that lies ahead of us Is covered with mysterious melancholy Draped in nightly enigmas, only for us to see And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their hearts And men weapon themselves in fright We are cloaked by darkness, under pitch-black skies And storms sweep over their lands Their steel is useless against our might Never again will it shine in the bleak moonlight The wind carries our soul through the air The east we'll destroy, the west will obey The north we'll possess, the south we will slay Leaving behind lands in decay Creating a morbid light on our path Wandering so exalts our existence We are the withering flowers on their grave ...And storms sweep over their lands... And long journeys we travel Their horses sweating when we arrive Our coming carves fear in their souls As our swords shine in the bleak moonlight