I'll burn this whole place down I'll put you in the ground He wears the crown The fear and pain is gone He'll survives all Through the fury of the storm
whole place down. I'll put you in the ground. Burn! Strength within the calm, While fear and pain is gone. Your fear is reborn. Feel the fury of the storm
Traduction: Shadows Fall. Fury Of The Storm.
Smashing through the boundaries Storming through the burning fields Stand before the evil one Look towards the morning sun Falling under skies of pain
All faith you lack You walk (upon) this beaten path" All man shall fall as Abel fell to Cain By fire, by storm, by hail & by rain The Sacred triad,
Revenge (Shadow Of The King Part III) [M/L: Mikel] Rain`s falling down I see the mist begins to rise I`m coming back to spew my fire A yearning vengance
path" All man shall fall as Abel fell to Cain By fire, by storm, by hail & by rain The sacred triad, the three that are one Shall serve the word, thy
a young girl's voice. We are drowning in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall
Silent caverns, great kingdom of stone Long ago, fulfilled with life Many ages for the honoured Mahal Now defiled by Morgoth's tribe Shadowed flames
'cleaving, Fall only when our hearts cease beating, Men of Hyperborea. ALTARUS: ??? THE KING: By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury
, This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp! Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade, A storm of shafts screaming
After the darkness, the blood of the war shall bring us the holy Throne The fury is raging, the beast is seeking your treasures The fortress is falling
t gain I'm the lastting storm to break you, you'll swallow my sword and it's pain I've longed for the moment with passion and fury To watch as you cry
caverns, great kingdom of stone Long ago, fulfilled with life So many ages for the honoured Mahal Now defiled by Morgoth's tribe Shadowed flames shall
storm of unforgiving stone, or burned to blackened husks by the nightmare onslaught of flaming quicklime and saltpetre. Scaling ladders raised and repulsed in turn, storms
earth, its leering countenance forever frozen in a grotesque parody of un-death. And once more, like a purifying storm of righteous fury the heroes of
within the shadow-haunted Mountains of the Dead... [THE KING:] By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword, I call forth the fury of the storm to rend
