Keep Of Kalessin Many Are We
This is our path to order
Pure bloodline to perfection
Father after father
Never to see a dawning sun
Not alone
Never alone
All above are enemies
A means to perfection
Unholy demons of the mind
Clench the fist to signal
To initiate the final
The end - the killing begins
Rapid torrent leather wings
Pulling swords from the sheathe
Hack down the hinderance
Create your own path
There shall be no rememberance
Unearthly
Unholy
Many are we
Who gather at the smell of blood
Many are we
Who gather at the sound of war
Corroded ruined wrecked
The dead sky shines through smoke and fog
Scorched black empty
Life not wanted
Blood brown smell of muck
Many are we
Who gather at the smell of blood
Many are we
Who gather at the sound of war
