Tonight, at the end of the horizon
The northerlight dwells, where clouds and trees embrace
There a storm keeps brewing...
Beyond, the place where eyes can see
There once lurked a kingdom filled with bliss
Now perished, by the light of night...
Perished by the light of night
Perished by the light of night
A kingdom gone, in the storm, a storm of light
All its ease, led astray, never respires again...
A storm was brewing, they could not slip its wings
A storm was brewing, and never sets them free again
A storm was brewing, they could not slip its wings
A storm was brewing, and they would never breathe again
Behold, the reign of grief
Angels are brewing the concept of life
We must fight them with our hearts
And let them taste immortal's blood
