Songtext von Forsaken

When the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battles Birth of a forgotten land, where duuran sleeps On the old grounds, the shade is careful The torment which forsook mortals will soon arise The world came to its end From afar the praises of victory are sung From chaos came magic, unto this world Coming from ancient gods, created by the void The blood mixed with the entities of this world The snake will bite its own tail At the feet of a cold throne Nobody is present, death is close We've fallen into despair, and the war will be bloody A handful will escape, baleful souls, Forsaken When the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battles Where duuran sleeps