An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues
Left to rot
Vultures drawing near
In the mountains at night
Wolves howl
Red moon falls on the horizon
Towards the beckoning end
And the wait for redemption at hand
Red moon falls on the horizon
Red moon falls on the horizon
Families in exile
Leaving broken homes
Plundered by marauders
In the search for gold
Cities set ablaze
By torches at night
Bodies torn by plagues
Left to rot
Doom descends upon our lands
Our outlook is bleak
Wastelands
Red moon falls on the horizon
Towards the beckoning end
And the wait for redemption at hand
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation of the (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Transcend into the atmosphere
Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Transcend into the atmosphere
Falling from grace
Burning sky
Fall from grace
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
Harvest of dead seeds
Burning crops of disease
Barren soil in the vast landscape
An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
Red moon falls on the horizon
Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation of the (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Transcend into the atmosphere
Flowing with the moving wind
On a pathway to the sun
An incarnation (icon)
Transcend into the atmosphere
Transcend into the atmosphere
Falling from grace
An outright war
Rage in our lands
As nations collide
For reign and might
