At the gate of nightfall
with the sword of ages
comes the spring of darkness
on the plains of nowhere
blood runs hot with my buried fathers
screams
wounds
scars
tombs
will to stand
(to) stand alone
face the loss
face the glory
now
[spoken part] River runs down the upstream
light forcing its way, through the surface
anarchy and free will
thus spoke the elders
Blood Cracks Open The Ground
Ravens flee
Pitch black
Another mind
Another dawn
Blood Cracks Open the Ground
Distant Roars
Dying Stars
Fading Blades
Never forget
At the gate of nightfall
with the sword of ages
comes the spring of darkness
on the plains of nowhere
blood runs hot with my buried fathers