Ancient Rites Shades Of Eternal Battlefields
"An old Field Marshall (which would be declared Megalomaniac in Our age but A Hero in
Ancient/Medieval Times) is reliving His Glorious Past and Youth.
Both Are Gone, the Essence of Melancholy."
Captured in this Paradise of Light
I can only Feel Lost
No Grief, No pain
How to Maintain
This world is No Longer Mine
A Warlord I Was, Cities we took
A Warlord I Was, Cities we took
Melancholy fills My Heart
Why did I lose my Youth
Brilliant our Battles were
No Journey too Great
Parades in Conquered Streets
While our Banners were flying High
True Glory could be Found
Inspired by the Root Of All Evil
Memories of Battles
Like Gods of War we Were
Like Gods of War we Were
We sat at Satan's Left Hand
Peace Came...Oppressed instincts
Reign my Land,
This Land is no longer Mine,
Now Our Paradise is Lost...
