[00:46.89]Spirit of the
[00:47.19]Unknown Domain,
[00:47.49]Father forgotten by your children,
[00:48.24]A long journey
[00:51.15]You endured, through stranger reigns now here
[00:52.11]As an ageless
[00:52.38]Soul upon
[00:52.62]Stormy Oceans
[00:54.99]You travelled to reach your lost sons.
[00:55.83]Master, here we are
[01:20.37]Waiting, for
[01:20.61]Your coming
[01:21.21]Lost, is our
[01:21.45]Source Mislaid, is our
[01:21.93]Goal "Oh my King, You're here at last. I swear by Your Dark Throne my total obedience, I seal this Oath with my blood. Make whatever You want of our lives, they're yours, and so this world".
[03:14.16]Finally He arrives to the
[03:20.13]Place where
[03:22.68]His people live
[03:23.01]Rage when
[03:24.93]He sees another
[03:25.26]Lord on His jewelled throne
[03:27.24]For years the battle lasts leaving only corpses and dust at the end our
[03:31.83]King slays
[03:32.04]His enemy.
[03:46.71]NOW HE SIT
[03:59.52]S ON HIS T
[03:59.79]HRONE Master, here're our
[04:00.30]Souls Meaningless, as we born
[04:10.68]Slaves, to the
[04:10.95]Dark Domain
[04:39.48]Fighting, for our
[04:39.78]Black Faith "Darkness fills the Air. Stench of putrid things in it. (Ancient) monuments to a forgotten christ are burning, his followers are hanged on every tree, their flesh is food for the birds, their Souls are the dish of our Lord".

Spirit of the
Unknown Domain,
Father forgotten by your children,
A long journey
You endured, through stranger reigns now here
As an ageless
Soul upon
Stormy Oceans
You travelled to reach your lost sons.
Master, here we are
Waiting, for
Your coming
Lost, is our
Source Mislaid, is our
Goal "Oh my King, You're here at last. I swear by Your Dark Throne my total obedience, I seal this Oath with my blood. Make whatever You want of our lives, they're yours, and so this world".
Finally He arrives to the
Place where
His people live
Rage when
He sees another
Lord on His jewelled throne
For years the battle lasts leaving only corpses and dust at the end our
King slays
His enemy.
NOW HE SIT
S ON HIS T
HRONE Master, here're our
Souls Meaningless, as we born
Slaves, to the
Dark Domain
Fighting, for our
Black Faith "Darkness fills the Air. Stench of putrid things in it. (Ancient) monuments to a forgotten christ are burning, his followers are hanged on every tree, their flesh is food for the birds, their Souls are the dish of our Lord".