Paroles de The Downfallen

Out of the sea, the isle of kings For those followers just and true Sturdy captains of the spray Beneath the great pillar's view But wayward words can bewitch and bend Forge an ignoble fate Warp and deceive the purest of wills Send a land to a watery grave Cold wind and pouring rain Smashes the beams as we fight the raging sea Cold wind and pouring rain Harries the sails as we flee the sacred isle Fallen lords ever clinging to life In chambers rich enshrined Allegiance lent to malignant power Black prayers and sacrifice Lured to assail the undying lands A voyage of ruinous doom With sorry hearts the faithful fly And a seed of the white tree's bloom Fram ðǽm gréatan sǽ tó middangearde ic eom cumen Hér ic wunie, and mín eaforan, oð worulde ende