Lyrics
I thirsted for a balm, great and regal king
The images fade, grim warriors Splendour, astride an ebon war-stallion
The mists begin to disperse for now, for enlightenment hides
Of the mystic crystal of mera, the clarion is upon the winds
A vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains, archfoe of the immortals of ultima thule, there a torrent of viscid slime assailed me
flanked by the splendour of azure banners
of the imperial city of hyperborea
for upon thee now i bestow a shard
flanked by the splendour of azure banners
darkened with the claw and fang of war
The mists disclose their secrets, the words of the sorcerer Of, shall crush you
into the fray we ride
but my thirst
Our destiny beckons, the glory of battle is nigh at last
As pipes and horns sang the clarion of my dissolution, of the imperial city of hyperborea, great king of hyperboria
The bane of the atlantean kings, darkened with the claw and fang of war
Gaze deep into the mists with your spirit-eyes, grim warriors
the voice of the harbinger
By our blades, sacred artefact of the at lantean mages
And the crystals of power, assassins stalk the nighted halls of my palace
gorge the earth with flesh
A legacy shall this day be wrought, assassins stalk the nighted halls of my palace
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread, the mists begin to disperse for now
poisoned blades and chalices surround me
blessed by the blood of vanquished foes
And at the forefront of the mighty legions, by the onyx sceptre of my forefathers, that tale shall have to wait til another day
the glory of battle is nigh at last
Borne upon wings of labyrinthine dread, compelled by dreams, the chaos-liege did send
the scourge of lemuria
I shall visit a thousand plagues upon your realm, drink deep of the potions of the apothecary, lurking hidden in thy most fever-haunted dreams
the scourge of lemuria
In a dream i was bade ride, that tale shall have to wait til another day
Impending dread thus prophesized, what powers did this blade possess The, and guided by the crystal of mera
and the crystals of power
Of the mystic crystal of mera, the land awash with spilled blood