Where Gales Veiled the Moon 歌词

The redolence of nightfall hanging in the air The rain dripping off their tangled hair Later this night it would be blood As the eerie sound of the horn fed the rising storm Under the cloud covered moon they rode to battle To a desperate dark with no horizon Hundreds of flags waving in the wind Restless shapes awaiting the call The sea of swords rose into the air Their final warcry echoed through the skies A tempest unleashed as the clouds burst And their rising surge about to wreathe all A thousand slayers raging on the battlefield Eternal felt the burden they had to bear Triumph for the lost ideal their deeds had sealed