The Kinsmen Awaits

Turn your face to the sky
Feel the rain wash your fears away
One last breath of cold air
Soon our darkness will fall

We gathered our clans in the dead of the night
Roamed for a fortnight unwarned
We set up the camp and prepared for our lives
We sharpened our blade, our war blades

His enemies came, the moon shone in purple and red
The clashing of swords, our noise swiftly silenced by steel

Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free
Death is life, our kinsman awaits
In the heart of Hells!

The lives that were lost lit the heavens like stars
Bodies lie silent and still
The battle was sealed with a river of blood
The black birds are blench from afar

The moon disappeared and clouds brought a rainfall and cold
A moment of fear, then faces of lost kings appeared

Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free
Death is life, our kinsman awaits
In the heart of Hells!

Blood turns cold, our dreams they run free
Death is life, our kinsman awaits
In the heart of Hells!

Turn your face to the sky
Soon our darkness will fall