Crowned in Flame Songtext
von Duskmourn
Crowned in Flame Songtext
Behold the amber sky in northern hills
Mountain slopes begin to shed molten tears
The clamor of steel and fire shakes the walls
A great sundering lay upon the vale
Darkness walks among the light
As shadows breach the gates of might
A thunderous horn beckons the stout to war
Of wrath and trees ride into the flame
Great banners lay like leaves to caress the earth
Arrows pour like the cold rains of autumn
White walls torn asunder
Fallen into the maw of flame
Fiery whips dance around the trees
Distant screams pierce the air of night
The mountain snow stained with the blood of men
Great hammers fade like smoke in wind
Broken pillars crumble amongst the fields
Dread fuels these halls of perdition
Flames gust from the jaw of the serpent
Blackening the city walls
Lashing with power of eagle wings
Darkness falls before his knees
Mists of scalding heat roll over the land
Brought upon the flower of the plain
Left to wither in the fire
Ancient words a prophet once told
"Woe is me whose father awaits doom
But seven times woe whose lord has gone"
By grief our wits in a storm of weeping
The golden city falls to the floor
Loomed afar the hills crowned in flame
By dusk or dawn flee swiftly through the plain
Mountain slopes begin to shed molten tears
The clamor of steel and fire shakes the walls
A great sundering lay upon the vale
Darkness walks among the light
As shadows breach the gates of might
A thunderous horn beckons the stout to war
Of wrath and trees ride into the flame
Great banners lay like leaves to caress the earth
Arrows pour like the cold rains of autumn
White walls torn asunder
Fallen into the maw of flame
Fiery whips dance around the trees
Distant screams pierce the air of night
The mountain snow stained with the blood of men
Great hammers fade like smoke in wind
Broken pillars crumble amongst the fields
Dread fuels these halls of perdition
Flames gust from the jaw of the serpent
Blackening the city walls
Lashing with power of eagle wings
Darkness falls before his knees
Mists of scalding heat roll over the land
Brought upon the flower of the plain
Left to wither in the fire
Ancient words a prophet once told
"Woe is me whose father awaits doom
But seven times woe whose lord has gone"
By grief our wits in a storm of weeping
The golden city falls to the floor
Loomed afar the hills crowned in flame
By dusk or dawn flee swiftly through the plain
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