Текст песни Seeds Of The Ancient Gods - Old Man's Child

Whipping tears from the sky
As the forsaked throne embrace its soul
With blood on their hands, and high-raised swords
The ancient gods command
Argh

Fading the forest, the shadows of the past
With the raven's command, they march onward

Swear by the moon and the stars in the sky
As they bend down and greet to their gods
A cold mist now hovers their ground
As they gather for war, mighty and proud
Yeah, yeah

Shadows appear from behind the torchlight
Slowly arise from the deepest fog
The pestering storms, the raging battles
Forward from the north, yeah

An ancient myth of a time to come
A black hole, an empty grave
A birth of a forthcoming master, the darkening sky
The fallen life as the stars die, in the gloom they rise
The crowned one's, of ancient times

Fading the forest, the shadows of the past
With the raven's command, they march onward