The Ancient Ones Songtext
von Saor

With each god′s favor and the blessings of the sun
Earth is waiting to be taken, new worlds to be won
The thunder's drumming keeps us steady in our march
Sons and daughters of a world from which we cannot part


The air
Is painted with their blood
We share
Only what they can take from us
The air
Is painted with their blood
We share
Only what they can take from us