Lydia:
King of the mysteries
Rising As beast
From the past and the realms
On the wings of the hystery
Over slained hills and
The flesh creeping majesty
Hideos shape appeared
spilled blood in the misbelieves
Dark as the storm may be
Wall of the history
Seeding the fear
In the hearts of the enemy
A horse man, black, tall, hooded
In battles so despairing
Lifted His Sword
And The Flames ran down slow
Crom:
On the blade
Silent Day
It fades away
Shades of Death
Came with the dawn
Lydia:Legions of mountain trolls
Hammer of underworld
Swings in the manacles
Rending as heart as stone
Fields of the Pelenor
Wincing in pain as the
Dreadful voice speaking
Eternally Bleeding
The Words Of Thorn
(in) Forgotten Tongue
Until the horn
from the north
Crossed the tone
Lydia:
As he is coming near, not even a dream
Despairing is mean of the prophecy
Dark the world may see after the king of fear
Rolls across the land in his dark esteem
Disquiet fell upon who conform (to) his lead
Not sign of seven stars, crown above white tree
Blending living night and the deep dark dream
Will be lost in the defeat of his secresy
As Black spirits of the sea rised upon the creek
So came forgotten power in which none believed
King´s immortality and the proud of steel
Should break the worthlwess fear that rides among the field
White banners that are streaming in the morning breeze
In the silver stronghold of the ancient kings
vanished like a mist that is driven (back) by the wind
Night always had been, and always would be, (and night) was all
Out of the doubt, out of dark, - to the day´s rising
I sing in the sun with my sword
And my heart is breaking
(It) comes the war
I am the king of all this land
With me dies the end of this tale
King of the mysteries
Rising As beast
From the past and the realms
On the wings of the hystery
Over slained hills and
The flesh creeping majesty
Hideos shape appeared
spilled blood in the misbelieves
Dark as the storm may be
Wall of the history
Seeding the fear
In the hearts of the enemy
A horse man, black, tall, hooded
In battles so despairing
Lifted His Sword
And The Flames ran down slow
Crom:
On the blade
Silent Day
It fades away
Shades of Death
Came with the dawn
Lydia:Legions of mountain trolls
Hammer of underworld
Swings in the manacles
Rending as heart as stone
Fields of the Pelenor
Wincing in pain as the
Dreadful voice speaking
Eternally Bleeding
The Words Of Thorn
(in) Forgotten Tongue
Until the horn
from the north
Crossed the tone
Lydia:
As he is coming near, not even a dream
Despairing is mean of the prophecy
Dark the world may see after the king of fear
Rolls across the land in his dark esteem
Disquiet fell upon who conform (to) his lead
Not sign of seven stars, crown above white tree
Blending living night and the deep dark dream
Will be lost in the defeat of his secresy
As Black spirits of the sea rised upon the creek
So came forgotten power in which none believed
King´s immortality and the proud of steel
Should break the worthlwess fear that rides among the field
White banners that are streaming in the morning breeze
In the silver stronghold of the ancient kings
vanished like a mist that is driven (back) by the wind
Night always had been, and always would be, (and night) was all
Out of the doubt, out of dark, - to the day´s rising
I sing in the sun with my sword
And my heart is breaking
(It) comes the war
I am the king of all this land
With me dies the end of this tale