Songtext von Creation Of An Ancient Shape

See this form of darkness And search its endless feast Floating through this storm Immortal histories Cold and destructive Wisdom which hailed from the north Crushing all good With a touch of bare skin Spread total fear through them hordes As chaos strikes And weakness dies Armed in iron weapons Die to reach the sky Brave men into battle Allfather, greet me in your hall A creation All it will rise again Warriors strive for vengeance Ancient shapes of creation