and we answer to a higher power. the serenity of the ocean can turn to violence with the rising of the tide. the rising of the tide will wash away
Blood. Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day the dread Chaos-Liege
to loose. Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion! Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood... Though this day
some attack and some resist...it's a SAD AFFAIR Some say one day our day will come the race is run we know the outcome the tide is on the side of the
Hold on my people, the sign is in the air It came like a whispering of a coming world Rise up, my children - your day has come at last I've seen you suffering
In the bed, Amongst the dead: Santa Rita, ora pro nobis I looked at you And touched the earth Hid under concrete and cruelty Credo quia impossibile est That the dead rise, rise, rise
I would change I know that I haven't changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing with my status day to day Caught off
drain the godsent child, a gift from the skies of life divine. Now we know. A glimpse of hope grow inside, a change of tide. The offspring of the unknown
monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering
It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves
My People, The Sign Is In The Air It Came Like A Whispering Of A Coming World Rise Up, My Children - Your Day Has Come At Last I've Seen You Suffering
of Blood. Thus was the spell of confinement woven countless aeons ago by Angsaar's immortal nemesis broken, and on that fateful day the dread Chaos-Liege
prepare to loose. Warriors, stand ready... Sound the clarion! Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire... Here we stand upon the Field of Blood... Though this day
graves We built the craft and chose the course farthest from suffering Sleep now with proud hearts and with dreams to wake should we weather this day
on my people, the sign is in the air It came like a whispering of a coming world Rise up, my children - your day has come at last I've seen you suffering
