Seven Trumpets

<br>The whirlwind howls my name<br>My mind soars across the planes<br>The blood upon the stone<br>Dried ages ago<br><br>And the gods are sleeping<br>No one left to bow before<br>Our race has lost it`s way<br>Temples lye in decay<br>Belial in his lair<br>Awaits the trumpets blare<br><br>And the gods are sleeping <br>No one left to hear our prayers<br><br>The ancient gods are waiting for the call<br>From the seven trumpets of Altamont<br>The seas will churn the dead shall rise again<br>The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red<br><br>Lords of the lihght awake<br>Rise up unto your fate<br>Belial`s horde awaits<br>Open the ancient gates<br>Sounding the horns of war<br>It`s what you`ve waited for<br>Rise up and sleep no more