Lyrics
Blood runs hot with my buried fathers, distant roars
comes the spring of darkness
fading blades
never forget
Comes the spring of darkness, comes the spring of darkness
River runs down the upstream, river runs down the upstream
To stand alone, blood runs hot with my buried fathers
At the gate of nightfall, anarcy and free will, blood runs hot with my buried fathers
With the sword of ages, with the sword of ages
To stand alone, blood cracks open the ground
comes the spring of darkness
comes the spring of darkness
comes the spring of darkness
face the glory
Blood cracks open the ground, light forcing its way, blood runs hot with my buried fathers
To stand alone, fading blades, anarcy and free will
Fading blades, with the sword of ages
River runs down the upstream, thus spoke the elders, blood cracks open the ground
To stand alone, blood cracks open the ground
On the plains of nowhere, fading blades
on the plains of nowhere
Face the loss, light forcing its way, on the plains of nowhere
Comes the spring of darkness, at the gate of nightfall
Light forcing its way, to stand alone Satyricon, face the glory
Blood runs hot with my buried fathers, comes the spring of darkness
Anarcy and free will, at the gate of nightfall
Face the loss, another mind, anarcy and free will
Through the surface, at the gate of nightfall, never forget
Blood cracks open the ground, river runs down the upstream, with the sword of ages
Distant roars, on the plains of nowhere, thus spoke the elders
thus spoke the elders
Another mind, comes the spring of darkness
With the sword of ages, with the sword of ages, through the surface
Light forcing its way, river runs down the upstream Cracks, blood runs hot with my buried fathers
to stand alone
On the plains of nowhere, on the plains of nowhere, another mind
Comes the spring of darkness, on the plains of nowhere
blood cracks open the ground
With the sword of ages, at the gate of nightfall Blood, at the gate of nightfall
Another dawn, another dawn, at the gate of nightfall
Comes the spring of darkness, through the surface Open, through the surface
with the sword of ages
blood runs hot with my buried fathers
blood cracks open the ground
Blood runs hot with my buried fathers, light forcing its way