Forsaken

When the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battles
Birth of a forgotten land, where duuran sleeps

On the old grounds, the shade is careful
The torment which forsook mortals will soon arise

The world came to its end
From afar the praises of victory are sung

From chaos came magic, unto this world
Coming from ancient gods, created by the void

The blood mixed with the entities of this world
The snake will bite its own tail
At the feet of a cold throne

Nobody is present, death is close

We've fallen into despair, and the war will be bloody
A handful will escape, baleful souls,
Forsaken

When the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battles
Where duuran sleeps