Above the Sacred Lands lyrics

All the spirits were marching on Hope had vanished, blanked the dawn Strained the mortal blackening sheet Above the Sacred Lands The tide had turned Dark forces pervaded all Poisoned what was once pure A thousand thorns Stabbed deep inside Triconicus; damnation’s seed was sown Fate was decided and pronounced It was doomed There’s no right There’s no wrong A king appeared Formed by death