Rivalry of Phantoms-Borknagar

The tide of the substances Furious force, a stunning course A war unbroken It's the coil of the combining ends The dawn of the random fall I summon the winter, the autumns son The way of those, the way of mine I summon the winds, the rage of storms My way is for those, the sinner?s kind Damnation groan, hear the call The tide of the substance, spins in the core Like a furious force kept stunning beyond It's the coil of the combining ends The dawn of the random fall I summon the rivers the ocean?s son The way of those the way of mine I summon the motion, the presence of time My way is for those, the sinners kind Beware the sight of those Those who were my sight Beware the hate of those Who rivals as the storms Who storms as rivals At the plains, in the havoc The rivalry of phantoms The erosion is my war, die you may The wind i my passion. Utterly you weep The rivers are my blood, drown you may The wind is my passion, the passion to fight