Over the land there lies a shadow Westward reaching wings of darkness The tower trembles To the tombs of kings Doom approaches The dead are awake And
Along ancient leylines down to the sea On moonlit shores ten thousand meet No words to be spoken, no thoughts to be thought Waiting in silence, as great
Foreboding mountains, threatening skies Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies Ten years have passed now, since we left home The green
Cold are the waves that carry our ships Through uncharted seas to our homeland Storm clouds gather as we approach The gates of twilight await Swords
From dreaming halls beyond the west There strong and free a storm will rise A boat it bears with biting breath And a pilgrim from the lands of hope Beneath
My longing heart Is filled with lights With lost bells With silver spires and stars And I will wander very far Farther than those hills Farther than
"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow." While ages
A black wind of pain is cleansing the land Crushing the sons of the prophet As tolerance has failed Feel no remorse, feel no regret For our children
[Iron Maiden Cover] You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next
the past Or we will be buried by the future Heed to the - Atlantean Kodex Kneel before - Atlantean Kodex Bow your head - Atlantean Kodex Share the madness
[Epistle One - The Fall Of Man] Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, As the wings of the trees The long years have passed Into
Like gold fall the leaves in the wind Long years numberless, as the wings of the trees The long years have passed into the west Beneath the blue vaults
Beyond the sombre blue Of distant horizons I heard a song in the wind From shining pinnacles Of snow-crowned mountains To the dark heart of deep forests
moonlit coasts repeat the answer Sighing dark mechanic mills Cease your ever-turning mourning Shine forth upon our clouded hills Waters could not have killed you Nor fire, Atlantis