Dead Of Winter

To Usurp the Throne of Light

Dead Of Winter


To Usurp the Throne of Light

Up from endless woods at the foot 
Of the mountains at the spine of the Earth 
Comes the grim horde of possessed warriors 
Who have slumbered since the ages of darkness 
They shriek and howl with swords held aloft 
Glowing red in the light of the dying sun 
These are the forgotten warriors of yesterday 
Risen again to pillage anew 

Onwards! - To rend the earth asunder! 
Onwards!, Onwards! - To slay the feeble and inferior... 

No more do they sleep beneath the soil 
Shrouded in cobweb and dust 
They have been summoned to march again 
To ruin and twist the land 
Now the stifling horror of evil 
Will choke out the lives of the innocent 
Dark clouds shall suffocate the light in their eyes 
And all will be cloaked in the blackest of night 

Onwards! - To slay the impotent human race... 
Onwards!, Onwards! - To usurp the throne of light!