Dark Fortress - Defiance of Death lyrics
[Dark Fortress - Defiance of Death lyrics]
Twenty Norsemen ahorse
Clad in furs and gloomy armour
Tread the roads of mist
Among the ancient mountains
Passage to beyond the realms of man
Passing crypts of kings and wizards
Of priests and noble leaders
A valley filled with fog
Travel without light
The gate was magnificent, like
Sculptured of ice
Shimmering through the misty veil
With a blue light of unearthly origin
Beyond was another valley
Surrounded by an unconquerable
Wall of mountains it was of purest
Gleaming white except for the sky
Which was black and starless
And a pale looming fullmoon hung
In the midnightly scene
Below's a frozen river, and trees like giant
Misshapen skeletons
And the black stone monument
On a crystal hill
Bathed in the moonlight like a
Pock wound on porcelain skin
Onward, ever onward
With swords drawn the Norsemen stormed
Into the castle's hall
Spirit's of the damned
Cursed to drift forever
Hellish shapes of stone
Wicked claws and fangs
Tearing in bloodlust the flesh from the bones
The Norsemen were falling like flies
But only the strongest
The greatest of all could
Climb the highest spire
(Atop the highest spire)
Atop the highest spire, stare into the night
See the constellions black on blackest night
The burning wheels and machinations
That keep the world on turning
And the chaos deep within
Feel rage and madness
Boiling hatred and the will to survive
Sight becomes a tunnel
A vortex of unshining stars
And what remains is silence
Clad in furs and gloomy armour
Tread the roads of mist
Among the ancient mountains
Passage to beyond the realms of man
Passing crypts of kings and wizards
Of priests and noble leaders
A valley filled with fog
Travel without light
The gate was magnificent, like
Sculptured of ice
Shimmering through the misty veil
With a blue light of unearthly origin
Beyond was another valley
Surrounded by an unconquerable
Wall of mountains it was of purest
Gleaming white except for the sky
Which was black and starless
And a pale looming fullmoon hung
In the midnightly scene
Below's a frozen river, and trees like giant
Misshapen skeletons
And the black stone monument
On a crystal hill
Bathed in the moonlight like a
Pock wound on porcelain skin
Onward, ever onward
With swords drawn the Norsemen stormed
Into the castle's hall
Spirit's of the damned
Cursed to drift forever
Hellish shapes of stone
Wicked claws and fangs
Tearing in bloodlust the flesh from the bones
The Norsemen were falling like flies
But only the strongest
The greatest of all could
Climb the highest spire
(Atop the highest spire)
Atop the highest spire, stare into the night
See the constellions black on blackest night
The burning wheels and machinations
That keep the world on turning
And the chaos deep within
Feel rage and madness
Boiling hatred and the will to survive
Sight becomes a tunnel
A vortex of unshining stars
And what remains is silence