- As the Sorrow Embraced Us
Beneath the screams of the fallen ones,
surrounded by a breath of fire, unmoved I stay.
Engulfed in an armour of eternal hate I await
the shining flame. Oh Warlord, I serve to the darkness reflected in my empty eyes.
As I rise the sword of tyranny to the marble sky see the clouds die, with the whispers of the weak, hear the cries of forests. With a frozen hand I carrry
the banner of salvation, to transform it in
a symbol of pain and mistress.
For ages of unholy night
- Brotherhood Of The Three Banners
Born of an old rancour
feeded by two centuries.
To reply vacceos call.
Our brothers of the clans.
The blood of astures, the cry of the wind...
an alliance made of unforgiven hate.
- corocotta
The Moon talked to me in dreams
In the tongue of the Anjanas
And she trespassed me her wisdom
and her autumnal cry
The sacred woods, oh, sad enchantment,
washed my fate, I saw the portal of centuries,
with wrath in my soul
Summon the strenght of one-eyed-Titan
- since old times
I hear the voices of the trees which crown
the mountains, resting upon the
wooden cloak. The tired and numb...
leaving the blood running
through my veins, and feeling
the sound of thoughts
flowing like the boulder's River.
The soul of forest shave me and trespass me
- war cries on vindio
The nocturnal wind blows on the hills
Caressing our hair with it's blessings
The goddess of the forest talks me in
the tongue of Nature and she weeps for me
We will ride our horses to the final battle
As the clouds of the storm gather
to behold our victory
Feel the wicked mist