Song | Ravenkind |
Artist | Hordak |
Album | The Last European Wolves |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Sounds of the hooves on the way | |
Footsteps are left in the snow | |
The wind stops sounding by reins | |
And the fire stops warming up | |
The heir of a crownless reign | |
Advanced by hollow ways from distant lands | |
The legions make ways with stained blades | |
And every morning tears and cries | |
Remind with hate the lifes that passed away | |
And the corpses lying on the ground | |
Descending from stormy clouds | |
To a snowed valley to deceide the skie's fate | |
"The usurper, He who seize us all | |
And came to conquer from forgotten shores" | |
Hatred grow and hours passed-by, | |
Words were spoken for the last time | |
What ravens once swore in the snow was | |
Keeping alive the pure land´s blood |
Sounds of the hooves on the way | |
Footsteps are left in the snow | |
The wind stops sounding by reins | |
And the fire stops warming up | |
The heir of a crownless reign | |
Advanced by hollow ways from distant lands | |
The legions make ways with stained blades | |
And every morning tears and cries | |
Remind with hate the lifes that passed away | |
And the corpses lying on the ground | |
Descending from stormy clouds | |
To a snowed valley to deceide the skie' s fate | |
" The usurper, He who seize us all | |
And came to conquer from forgotten shores" | |
Hatred grow and hours passedby, | |
Words were spoken for the last time | |
What ravens once swore in the snow was | |
Keeping alive the pure land s blood |
Sounds of the hooves on the way | |
Footsteps are left in the snow | |
The wind stops sounding by reins | |
And the fire stops warming up | |
The heir of a crownless reign | |
Advanced by hollow ways from distant lands | |
The legions make ways with stained blades | |
And every morning tears and cries | |
Remind with hate the lifes that passed away | |
And the corpses lying on the ground | |
Descending from stormy clouds | |
To a snowed valley to deceide the skie' s fate | |
" The usurper, He who seize us all | |
And came to conquer from forgotten shores" | |
Hatred grow and hours passedby, | |
Words were spoken for the last time | |
What ravens once swore in the snow was | |
Keeping alive the pure land s blood |