Whipping tears from the sky,
as the forsaked throne embrace it`s soul.
With blood on their hands,
and high-raised swords,
the ancient gods command.
Fading the forest the shadows of the past,
with the ravens command they march onward.
Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky,
as they bend down and greet to their gods.
A cold mist now hovers their ground,
as they gather for war, mighty and proud.
Shadows appear from behind the torchlight,
slowly arise from the deepest fog.
The pestering storms,
the raging battles forward from the north.
An ancient myth of a time to come,
Seeds Of The Ancient Gods
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