It's a dark time Darker than all days before Darker than all years before It's a cold age Colder than all days before Colder than all years before Taste a tide Where landscapes surround Us with blight On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies Blood runs cold A strong ride Stronger than all days before Stronger than all years before The might and pride Mightier than all days before Mightier than all years before Come taste a tide Where demons play the mind On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies blood runs cold Blow the horn for our Tide to come Triumph our battle be won Battle all the lands It's the triumph of the ages Empires fall by my hands In the triumph of the ages Black demonic hordes Journey against the earth Coming from the north Speeding on a gathering wind It's a dark time Darker than all days before Darker than all years before It's a cold age Colder than all days before Colder than all years before Come taste a tide Where landscapes surround Us with blight On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies Blood runs cold
It's a dark time Darker than all days before Darker than all years before It's a cold age Colder than all days before Colder than all years before Taste a tide Where landscapes surround Us with blight On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies Blood runs cold A strong ride Stronger than all days before Stronger than all years before The might and pride Mightier than all days before Mightier than all years before Come taste a tide Where demons play the mind On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies blood runs cold Blow the horn for our Tide to come Triumph our battle be won Battle all the lands It's the triumph of the ages Empires fall by my hands In the triumph of the ages Black demonic hordes Journey against the earth Coming from the north Speeding on a gathering wind It's a dark time Darker than all days before Darker than all years before It's a cold age Colder than all days before Colder than all years before Come taste a tide Where landscapes surround Us with blight On the windrippled steps The everflowing streams of Our enemies Blood runs cold
