itself, can no longer feed Rome will burn when it's time has come Ottoman tribes fate away The social cults empower puppet men Leaving me to pull the strings [Chorus:] Kingdoms
same? ?All the Hollow Horns still play and the Preachers keep on Praying and the Old Dying Folk swear we?ll meet again? ?In the shadow winds I watched the Kingdoms
crows Some scraps of truth already cold Before I go, I'll hang in a cross on nails I hung on for you in there And every kingdom of rain comes fallin
The strikes to be heard So much coldness circling me The murmur of the trees I'm waiting to see you My eternal destiny! The nightly kingdoms The forgotten
Wicked winds - blowing hard Riding straight - into the dark Ebony mist - rises high Ravenwings - I can fly A fearless heart - will survive A soul of pain
wrinkling chilling out We are wondering Where the wild wind blows We are happy here 'Cause the wild wind knows What we are Orphans, kingdoms Orphans, kingdoms
. Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us. If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within kingdoms of mist
to follow Enjoying the circle of eminent silence Amidst the glacial abyss Join my yearning emptiness And the knowing of being beneath Grim and frostbitten kingdoms
The kingdom of a fairyland, the threat is the dragons'might The princess'life is in your hand, 'cause you are the chosen knight You seek for the heart
worthless every day Kingdoms fall to the ground Crushed by their own greed An unquenching need to destroy Empires fall by my design Lust for power speaks Time people need to destroy Kingdoms
It's all you ever needed to survive Kingdoms for horses Run from your life Kingdoms for horses You'll just go round in circles Kingdoms for horses Kingdoms
From times in kingdoms I have come The oaths I have sworn Never shall I deceive my quest I will gather the immortals to weep I shall crucify my death
Under the ashes of a kingdom The Antichristian flame borns We are the knights of darkness The hate that we keep in our hearts... Will be the sign of
[Tribal creation myth and folklore from the Northern Hemisphere, dating from 650 B.T.C. (Before the Third Cataclysm), Antediluvian Calendar:] Hearken,
with us and we'll summon you to join us. If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within kingdoms of mist. [Chorus x2] Gorias
Burry your fears, nothing is real Listen to the voice, comes from beyond Fear is the enemy, remember you are Nothing to learn, there is nothing to
All religion based on fear The bible is not true No fear at all, no sin The illusion do not need Every moment is the last To be dead for next time
