Forefather

Doom is awaiting with fire and pain Plague is upon us and here to remain Gods or grave rite bring no cure to this blight Forfeit is land and the sea Sanctuaries are plundered, the just are despised Turning our faces from wisdom and pride Ashamed of t

Ye who seek my downfall, fingers locked in prayer, know my raging steel! Though your hands be empty, god's will is your blade I will slay you swiftly Wails on the wind, striking at my soul Swaying the threads of my fate Their cowardly cries inspire m

Let the shaman cast the runes Is it today that we should strike? We don't want to take them on Without the gods on our side See the ravens in the sky What do the paths of their flight portend? If we go forth and face them now Will there be death wait