作曲 : Opera IX Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time With his piercing call The thick dark leaves of the forest dance in the wind and in worshipful adoration The heavens tremble and the bright lightning flashes, leaving the heart's of the forests sons The howling of the wolves become a macabre litany Premonitions, obscure premonitions crawl in the night air Built on dragon's bones the imposing tower stands There the old of the oak turns the profaned sealed pages The timeless pages built on sacred and terrible rituals The wrinkled hands turn the pages, the hypnotic starring eyes nourish the thousand thoughts In the whirling magic of this silent ritual While the moonlight reflects the dragon's breath When the ancient gods ruled the earth, giving abundance and death with a simple and fair hand Glorious were their crowns, but the greed let the man to no longer follow the way of faith But only the path of power. His greed drove him to excavate the depths of the earth In search of hidden treasures The rocks were broken and scattered to extract gold and gems Mans disrupted the earth creating chasms liberating wealth and tremendous powers imprisoned In the womb of the earth for thousands of years Blinded by a mad quest, made pacts with the lord of the abyss Repayed with the supreme art of metals The sublimation of the elements earth, wind, water and fire Death and destruction would spread Blood of the guilty and the innocent may spill on earth nourishing the abyss
作曲 : Opera IX Shining in darkness the vary eyes of the lord o birds of prey announces the passing of time With his piercing call The thick dark leaves of the forest dance in the wind and in worshipful adoration The heavens tremble and the bright lightning flashes, leaving the heart's of the forests sons The howling of the wolves become a macabre litany Premonitions, obscure premonitions crawl in the night air Built on dragon's bones the imposing tower stands There the old of the oak turns the profaned sealed pages The timeless pages built on sacred and terrible rituals The wrinkled hands turn the pages, the hypnotic starring eyes nourish the thousand thoughts In the whirling magic of this silent ritual While the moonlight reflects the dragon's breath When the ancient gods ruled the earth, giving abundance and death with a simple and fair hand Glorious were their crowns, but the greed let the man to no longer follow the way of faith But only the path of power. His greed drove him to excavate the depths of the earth In search of hidden treasures The rocks were broken and scattered to extract gold and gems Mans disrupted the earth creating chasms liberating wealth and tremendous powers imprisoned In the womb of the earth for thousands of years Blinded by a mad quest, made pacts with the lord of the abyss Repayed with the supreme art of metals The sublimation of the elements earth, wind, water and fire Death and destruction would spread Blood of the guilty and the innocent may spill on earth nourishing the abyss
