The Crown is worn by a sullen son.
Today is the day, time has come.
Hearing black mists you spray.
Will you know victory today?
Breaking ground,taking the the head of the hound.
Let's cut the head off this.
In time the swords are dawn.
This is the sand that you can't stop.
Arrows away.
Night blocks out day.
Today is the day, time has come.
Hearing black mists you spray.
Will you know victory today?
Breaking ground,taking the the head of the hound.
Let's cut the head off this.
In time the swords are dawn.
This is the sand that you can't stop.
Arrows away.
Night blocks out day.