Mythological Cold Towers - The Fallen Race lyrics

Listen to the call of the drums and the march Of the Hulak army Behold the promontories of Uros And its banners, swelling Like waves from immemorial oceans They carried weapons that brought disgrace Listen to the call of the drums and the march Of the Hulak army There is a rebirth in the gra**lands Gloomy shades of Bronze frame us Awakening a frightening destiny One thousand Suns Vanish before my eyes Gods in exile, golden horns Ice Ages, the resplendency on their faces Blind revenge, peregrine suns Buried kingdoms The impiety of Waika warriors The erased memory, disappears lifelessly Where the pride has lived before, now is home For the nothingness The vile reigns, fear arises Black twilight of the ages Bloody ma**acre still breathe Auspicious echoes of archaic skies Symbols of wisdom in ancient stones In decrepit graveyards Banners extend over the glacial wind The conquering chariots advance To confront the regalia The fallen race Solar flares recreated Make the flags raise to the sky Tribal slumber We shall fall into the deepness of the nigh To be reborn even stronger We head for the twilight Memory and torment Lost centuries I hear the last thunder I wave till my final last breath Glorious picture Where the misery takes form In the heights there is an ocean of tears A far far call A pact that is not echoed in the confines