Ashes Of Old

Ashes of a cold living
Thoughout mist and shadows
When the eagles flies
Towards the last stronghold
In the golden halls of ancient glory
Into the depths of world’s end
And the wolf stands alone against all
The last guard before the fall of an empire

Deep in the cosmic ash sorrow in the sunset shadows
We broke the wheel of destiny
For the greatness of unholy fire
Smashing and burning as giants we are
The cult of blood is eternal!
Walking with the shadows of the pit
We, as dwellers of eternal darkness
A journey through the times
Of ancient wisdom into the ashes of old!