The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make the call
while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark
The darkness has erased the features of the lands
The lights from sovereign states are all but dead
For every emissary and the misery you breed
while the collectors of skulls prepare for war
and the lights from sovereign states flicker in the dark
The darkness has erased the features of the lands
The lights from sovereign states are all but dead
For every emissary and the misery you breed