What have we done, us children of the ancient dragon
whose lives ended by the scythe of death?
Where are our earned virtue, the endless feast and women?
We now only meet Darkness in these mists
Why have we fallen for the lies of the dragon
and condemned our souls into his void?
Endless torture of our souls
Eternal despair has commenced
Our destiny, the flames around us lit it all
In the distance we once heard faint songs of praise
coming from the King's court, where they knew no sorrow
But no one could deny the eternal screams of horror
What have we done, us children of the ancient dragon,
misled by the many lies of the beast?
Now we dwell where we did not want to be
Insanity, despair, horror ever ongoing
The War That Plagues the Lands
- Of Slumber and Death
- A Plea for the King
- From Behind the Trees
- My Last Call
- The Falcon's Flight
- A Call in the Night
- And Thus It Burns
- Burying the Dead
- War of the Ancients
- The Dragon's Children
- In Paradisum