Woorden: Falchion. Legacy Of Heathens. The Darkest Valleys Of Mist.

Whole the land is soon in ruins
There is no remains of times
When the legions rode through the sky
Into the abyss I will dive

My fellows were exiled
From the land of the darkest side
I got the sense of power
It will bring me to the end

My soul belongs to the darkest valleys
I wash myself in the mist of vitality
In the valleys of eternal life
I will live and die

Let your horse ride through the sky
And bring yourself to the final battle

My soul belongs to the darkest valleys
I enchant myself with the magic spells
In the valleys of eternal life
I will live and die

Follow the shadows of the night
And find the immortal flame