Lunar Aurora Rebirth Of An Ancient Empire
Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep Veil of swirling fog Realm behond all warmth and light Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten thoughts And winds blow the dust From forgotton memories Once buried by the ashes Of lost pride and strength From the crypts of frozen flames To the high majestic mountains The throne of might is slumbering Awakened now By the wizards' summonings Rebirth of dark infinities As the silhouette of a pale moon's eye appears upon the throne Gate to the highest of the old sorcerers' dreamworld The essence reflecting in the mirror of time Sparkling like the distant fires Throughout the nightsky's frozen air Dreamkings of immortal spheres Throning in every warrior soul Ride the wings of destiny Fullfillment for the high divinity That mirrors in the ancient runes Writen in the shining Sharpened silver blades That guide the mighty throne Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient knights Their circle crushed by treason And the remaining proud ones gone through the moon gate Into their grave beyond all shape Now summoned again to a kingdom lost in lies The throne of might is slumbering Awakened now By the wizards' summonings Rebirth of dark infinities Lead the blades in battles of the one law's might Gather in the vast moonlit fields From the forest of endless night Receive the wizards' darkened spells Never lost their strong belief Proudly watched by the ancient sorserers'eye For the kingdom of eternal shape will rise again
