Face of the Conqueror lyrics

Crystallised in the river of time, alive. His face of stone Blood to quench His might, shadow of death when He was born Who stands to meet His gaze, His soul a silent nightsky bleak Commands the Therion, remember ye well! Stygian king, a god is born Rides through Cimmerian lands Chants to the river Rides through Cimmerian lands Where the circles of rivers meet Humans infected with visions... cursed with mortality Winds flood with delirious thoughts The tyrant to dethrone Eyes shut to the circling darkness Slaves forget... Forces gathered for many years Prepared to fight to the death So thrice called the daemon king A thousand daemons are born Voices calling from KOKYTOZ The darkness in their dreams Never was there a battle Never a panoply strapped! Remains in the halls of time alive. His face of stone Throne of polemic might; highest commander of your dreams Steel will drown your plight and cleanse your impure thoughts with blood! The face of the conqueror remember ye well, Stygian king, a god enthroned!