Frostkrieg

In The Shadow Of The Horns

Frostkrieg


Face of the Goat in the Mirror 
Eyes Burn like (an) October Sunrise 
As Once they Gazed upon the Hillside 
Searching for the Memories... 

In the Shadow of the Horns 
only seen by the Kings 
of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium 
upon the Thrones 

In the Shadow of the Horns 
Cleansed like the air in the Night 
World Without End 

(we've become) a Race of the Cursed Seeds 
for five United Forces 
in the Eternal Dawn 
the Kings that held (their) heads high 

The Triumph of chaos - Has Guided our Path 
we Circles the holy Sinai - Our Swords Gave Wings 
Invisible force of our Abyssic Hate 
Our seeds Boil as we gaze upon the New Millennium 

Weeping by the Graves of the Glorious Ones 
(so) the hardened Frost Melts Away 
Clouds Gather across a Freezing Moon 
I kiss the Goat - Witchcraft Still Breathes