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See the plains lie ghastly silent

As being frozen in time

A place of distress where evil

Still lies vigilant enshrined

Years that passed are now centuries

And forgotten seem the fallen ones

But on lived the memories

In the spirits of a battle sons

Hear the choirs

Is it the wind that brought back their cries?

Once forged in blood by tragedy

Sharp were the thorns of crimson death

Through the air again our voices whisper

And awake are now your eyes

For too long closed in slumber

But death didn't prove our demise

By ages so dark we've been sculptured

As fragments of story and tales

As we haunt we are endlessly captured

And shrouded in the wind that here wails

Hear the choirs

Is it the wind that brought back their cries?

Forged in blood by tragedy

Dark were the thorns of crimson death

By ages so dark we've been sculptured

As fragments of story and tales

By the place that we haunt we are captured

Against eternity we can prevail

Hear the choirs

It was the wind that brought back their cries,

Forged in blood by tragedy

Dark were the thorns of crimson death

Songwriters

NODTVEIDT, JON ANDREAS/NORMAN, JOHAN CARL