Astral Crown (As The Hordes Gather) lyrics

Oh, lord of the sprout, this ground reaps my root and washes them in the filth of her own blood Send me winds so cold to awake the hordes from endless sleeps, from buried skies A thousand of awaking lives, demonic hordes reborn in dark Dark clouds called by choirs of ancient sanctify to fill the tears of prophecy We ride to the darkest future, vengeance shall clean our souls, our deaths lost in illusion of fight A thousand of awaking lives, demonic hordes reborn in dark I condemn you on eternal damnation, so feel the wrath of my hordes ablaze I'm standing proud above the victory, searching for the astral crown, forever to stop thy time Dark age of the holy thrones, perish in my ways My sights of the fog from mountainside, see the lights of the dark victory