Ancient Calling کے بول

In a pit of fire, the anger is unsheathed, Untamed, unchained, unbroken, and unleashed, Heavy metal lady, underhanded priest, The scorpion's set loose gnashing its teeth. Overwhelming statues, one hidden in the trees, The other in your face, down on your knees, Charging into battle, with a falcon scream, We're riding on its wings to victory. Poisoning swept from their minds, Things of ancient times, Naturally, makes me feel blind, The calling of ancient times. Poisoning swept from their minds, Things of ancient times, Naturally, makes me feel blind, The calling of ancient times. First shots are taken, it's time to handle things, I mindlessly attack the glowing rings, Tantalizing ice queen, I'm trapped within her gaze, Seeming so close yet so far away.