When the Demons Ride

To the farest town of the highset hill

I was led by the spell of misfortune witch

With a drunken crowd wounds from past were healed

But it´s not good to loose the control

... Under unconciousness...

World is coming down, far beyond the seas

Rulers never have enough to feed their greed

With a broken law they have free the beast

Our destiny will be hanging

By a thread when the demons ride

Stygia is my destiny

Stygia is you destiny

Heartless mercenaries

Your ambition knows no boundaries

Infidel defilers of the sacred graves

As the black clouds bring the storm in the wind

Their speech will drive us to misery

Don´t believe in their words spat from hell

A frozen poison made of rage was poured

Deep inside their soul

There is a dusk without its dawn prepared

For those who built their thrones

Over the martyr bones...

Don´t waste your life...

There is no crown which earns a life

Unhealing wounds have overflown their riverbeds

Fallen traditions have been humbled at the sight of the adepts

You have subjected whole empires to your will

But don´t forget that some species are never tamed...

You can spread my remains over the oceans

But you will meet with other threats...

You should realize that distressed wings beat stronger

In mighty raven´s flight

Fly again...

Blind crowds are waking up from your lies

Can´t you hear the shadows breaking up the silence

Figures are riding

Before my eyes...

Can´t you feel their presence streaming in the cold wind

From the farest town of the highset hill

I was sent by the spells of misfortune witch

I left empty words in a mountain but

Our destiny will be hanging

By a thread when the demons ride...