Scrolls Of The Shadowland-Obtained Enslavement

The grim force set sail into a world of magic where wastelands were blue-soaked, in the capes of the mountains [Chorus:] With a hunger as great as the most ancient of daggers Six were the days to be ended on the seventh night As it stepped into the shadowland grass began to grow A storm blew with a bliss, accomplishing the serpents kiss [Repeat Chorus] With blood like the noblest of red And with a purpose yet unknown to any dimension, set her eyes on fire for ultimate visions to discover Her lips touched the ground and became Death and his bride [Repeat 1. verse]