Shinin On Em-Slo Poke

A New Empire's Birth - Keep of Kalessin From the tallest mountain he watches The serpent, the saviour, the eater of men He who thrives on dead flesh The phantom king hungrily awaits The march of fallen souls Rise from the ruins of your gods Who will be guided by his song? Who can prove where they belong? I fear, certain death From the ruins of pride, I am reborn I'll search through every stone, On every top I will climb When I am there, the bells of triumph will chime Clearing your view from a curtain of mist Ruling the people with iron fist Judge me not for those that had to fall Cold benighted wastelands Abandoned by the living Cold, unforgiving The fallen land reveals it's night Symbols of gods sculpted into the mountains I'm the life of this land, the law is my command Of your fallen and failed creations The end of an era, a new empires birth Descending comes the ones of old Down from the skies like long time told The fallen land reveals it's night Before the eyes of the people A king falls to the earth Shimmering steel ends an era A new empire's birth