It came from the skies Iron of the Flaming Star Remade in a time of sorrow To cast the grief I shall ablaze the skies As I lay down my wrath Upon your
Arise from the oblivion Burn like no other before Dare to face the olden gods Feeble and drained coven Unlight of your heart Matching their might in immortality
I don't want you to feel I don't want you to hear I don't want you to know my name I don't want you to feel I don't want you to see I don't want you
Those times of ruin Men went astray The remnants of battle and defeat Lands laid waste Outcasts hard of heart Seven times seven men Home is too far We
I am the last of the Lords Once great ruler of the lands I am the Steadfast The one in time to hold the specter Under the curse They'll live until the
Confused, frightened child Run away into the wild Leave your memories behind Gone are the days of old Come with me and live again Into the light show
In the skies no trace of light This eternal night I call my own Let me forget the dawn Let me rise again without the fear Let me forget the dawn Let
Guidance shown by the stars The way whispered by the winds To the land of the legends Land of Bow and Helm Dread Helm! In the midst of winter They met
What greater light Shall I obey Like all immortals I will make my way I've seen the rifts and heard the songs I am immortal, must I obey I can smell
The Mountain is breaking again The fires are awoken Like a bleeding wound It weakens our strength The Fallen One has returned With the lords of the Unlight
It makes us cry without woe Sear our skin and burn our eyes why do you let them overcome Why do you let them reign The Western blaze forces us down Under
They came over the sea To watch upon the dark They reached the highest peaks To maintain the peace They flew from afar As one with the wind Under their
She sang like a nightingale Like a mother to a child She shone like dew on a meadow In the merest light of dawn In a time of need and whispers A whole
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In the dead of night The glowing eyes In the midst of a sleeping town A warm light, right behind A glazed stare, it is a dragon The Green Dragon In
The Rising Moon, the Northern guard Held the shadowed wall of fear The Setting Sun, the Southern pride Seeptre over the wild Two lords, two defenders
They shall not know What I have done I must hide you My beloved one From my heart The painful desire From my hands The grand design From my soul The
Let the whirling wind whisper the farewell, blow the silver sand away, hide your traces Watch the clouds rising through the fading sky Welcome your novel