كلمات Menhir

Come from ancient civilizations of millenar centuries Menhir keeps its full magic power through the ages Under the banner of the stone, don't fear the spellbound of the sorcerer Vortex of sorrow can't touch your soul Machiavelic artifact of the wizards never worried him Under the mountains Near the altar of wisdom, await the mystical oracle that consecrates the chosen one. The village acclaims a new god with pipes and horns. Made of meteorits and starfires, the rocks illuminate the citadel with hyperboreal light But the times of armageddon are coming The wrath of the black horde has begun Once he's mastering the art of the ancient wisdom no one can touch him The constellations of Aldebaran and Antares are now shining