Testo di Wrath Of Indra

Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago Mighty king slew the beast as the norsemen know From the rushing blood the ocean, hear their thunderous cries From the toilsome remains indra, make the underworld rise Of his hair he shed the forest, of his skull, the blinding skies Sculpted from his bones the mountains, beneath them we all lie Lo, today, upon my window indra carves on every pane To admonish my skeptic smile, a new world order again Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago Mighty king slew the beast as the norsemen know Who shall say the gods has left us or that the power is lost? Flash upon my raptured sight out of fire and frost Leader of the gods, lord of the skies He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise Leader of the gods, lord of the skies He brings a storm of heaven's wrath to heed our cries A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise