X-Wild - Sons Of Darkness

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Turn back the tide of a thousand years

When the hunted were many, the land was in tears

The dark one has placed his hands on the earth

His minions, no mercy, no quarter today

The dreams of the men were shattered and drawn

With death in the valleys and fire in the glens

The old and the sick were slaughtered in vain

Left for the ravens to be carried away

In the deepest of lairs, he summoned his hordes

Begin, sons of darkness, the mother of wars

Spread my disease on this pestilent race

The fighting, the burning, the sword and the mace

He gazed in the flames, the beast that was he

He now was the master of all he did see

The wails of the women, the charnel house smell

He laughed at their bodies, the tears for the dead

Hail, Sons of darkness

Hail, warriors call

Hail, we'll conquer together

Hail, my carrion hordes

The earth it was riven, scarred in pain

The people were solemn, laughter insane

No hope for the future, just a gateway to Hade

Infernal damnation for the weak and the lame

Cruel winter, came for all, was too soon

Perished the forests and withered the blooms

Nothing was worthy to stand in his way

He sought out a plan to conquer today

Hail, Sons of darkness

Hail, warriors call

Hail, we'll conquer together

Hail, my carrion hordes

Sons of darkness, with banners held high

Sons of darkness, you're marching to die

He gathered around him mystics and seers

Dark incantations to pass on the years

Spells that were spoken and chants that were made

A devilish future was all that he craved

Black swirling midnight, his time it had come

To travel in time, in an instant was done

He burst on our world filled with anger and hate

Destroyer of dreams, deceider of fates

Reborn in nirvana to murder and maim

It's you that have called him, and you know his name

His guises are many, the lord of the lies

He feeds on your fears and darkens the skies

His orders are written in granite and stone

You'll kneel at the throne made from blood and from bones

The left hand is icy, caressing the skulls

The right hand has brandished the sceptre of souls

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