Rising Proudly Towards the Sky Behemoth
Fallen into oblivion The last views inside my mind... Silver walls of the castle Risen proudly towards the sky The rebellion fell Many brave ones went down Hung on black trees they are Blown by the four winds I’ve been waiting for years Growing stronger Blazing weapons, eyes burn bright In the dark...As a King I shall return... Horns sing in the woods Hordes gather Ancient gods of war Ride the sky Old kingdom will fall Like a moondust Reflecting down the valleys So pure hungry for blood The hearts of the dark ones Thunders strike... Dancing on the black mirrors The bards of war and vengeance Came from forgotten realms As a king I shall return To proclaim my victory return of ancient pride Laws of steel... Cold steel...
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