Rebirth Of An Ancient Empire

<br>Mystic summonings behind the wall of sleep<br>Veil of swirling fog<br>Realm behond all warmth and light<br>Let swords slice their path through the maze of rotten thoughts<br>And winds blow the dust<br>From forgotton memories<br>Once buried by the ashes<br>Of lost pride and strength<br>From the crypts of frozen flames<br>To the high majestic mountains<br>The throne of might is slumbering<br>Awakened now<br>By the wizards` summonings<br>Rebirth of dark infinities<br>As the silhouette of a pale moon`s eye appears upon the throne<br>Gate to the highest of the old sorcerers` dreamworld<br>The essence reflecting in the mirror of time<br>Sparkling like the distant fires<br>Throughout the nightsky`s frozen air<br>Dreamkings of immortal spheres<br>Throning in every warrior soul<br>Ride the wings of destiny<br>Fullfillment for the high divinity<br>That mirrors in the ancient runes<br>Writen in the shining<br>Sharpened silver blades<br>That guide the mighty throne<br>Beautiful weapons lie beside, once layed down by (the) ancient knights<br>Their circle crushed by treason<br>And the remaining proud ones gone through the moon gate<br>Into their grave beyond all shape<br>Now summoned again to a kingdom lost in lies<br>The throne of might is slumbering<br>Awakened now<br>By the wizards` summonings<br>Rebirth of dark infinities<br>Lead the blades in battles of the one law`s might<br>Gather in the vast moonlit fields<br>From the forest of endless night<br>Receive the wizards` darkened spells<br>Never lost their strong belief<br>Proudly watched by the ancient sorserers`eye<br>For the kingdom of eternal shape will rise again