Trascend The Gateway

Nightfall, a childood serenade

Is brought by the breeze just to burst your tympanums.

Sat on a rock, over the cliff,

The sea is filled up with your salty sadness...

No father ought to see the death of his son

And the consumption of his wife by a strange disease.

It's too much even for someone unable to feel.

The wheel of stone will be spitting sparks all the night.

All who I loved throughout of my life,

And my painted body's ready to assassinate...

Rise up your weapons

Turn your fists into hammers

Tighten your leathers and furs

Strength and Honour!... Celtiberian Wolves!

Little Morkath was seven years old

When conflicts made him orphaned

The laws of the men, he didn't understand

Snatched away the warmth of his parents.

All that life steals to the chosen one,

Is ever sent amply back...

Condemned to grow close to his uncle and cousins,

The hatred was outlining the beast.

He is the man who told the prophecy

... the assassin, the warrior and king...

Lord of all tribes, dread's the most powerful respect.

Blindly they follow to the master of war.

Insensitive, absent look,

There's no expression in his acts.

For twenty years no complete words

Escaped from his mouth...

There was no strokes, just only scorn

For a little child in need of love.

Animal fears always turn into slay,

He killed all his family and began the trail...

Fire, the burning fire

Hypnotizing flames, charming shapes

Set and poke it,

Your passion since you were a boy.

You control it's triangle now to perfection

The wind's a great allied even to fight

On less good conditions...

Archers ready in position... PREPARE!

Blazing arrows, the suet's striking so well... DRAW!

Give them a volley,

They'll burn the battlefield... RELEASE!

Tactical fire makes an only path for them to move on.

Stand firm to defend the land we

And our forefathers have worked.

Come up my brave from the ground holes and charge.

The battle's over, you're so tired;

You're not the untiring man you were.

Thrust your axe into the ground,

Flesh wounds dye your figure red

Your people will go on

With their lifes and their tasks

How long will peace last?

Want to see your son grow free.

Your throne and dominions are to vast for one

Treachery and conspiracy, the old path of envy

Why the human nature (always) leads to self-destruction?

United keeping together we are stronger and heavier...

And here you stand in the fall of your life

Your thirst for blood is not yet quenched

Increased your hate for the human race

Now is time to take a decision.

Your agonizing cause and your dreams of state

Are cracking like fallen leaves...

Transcend the gateway, to live in my world

Where the old age never arrives...

Walk in through the cloudy path of sorrow...

... murder... pang...

I'll give you the chance to revenge in the afterlife

Die as a human, born as a beast.