(©Ordalia 2000)
Now enter in my gloom, the hour of dragon fly.
The hands of doom, a blessing of gods.
Ride through the valley of Midland, no more happiness over the earth.
I feel the pain of a mortal man, I feel the veins of a poor man.
A black sword, cruel as the storm, wait the dragon fly… over the clouds.
Mormegil "The Black Sword"
"The Dragon's Helm"
Mormegil "The Black Sword".
Now enter in my anguish, and embrace the void.
The Gates of Hell are open like a mouth.
The Sacred Rivers of Utumno ride; Holy water blue over the world.
The hour of power, the time of war. The hour of dragon, the Wrath of God.
A black sword cruel as the storm wait the dragon fly over the clouds.
Mormegil "The Black Sword"
"The Dragon's Helm"
Mormegil "The Black Sword".
Seven Miles to long way of the North.
From the new desolated lands, on a warhorse he rides.
The wind callin' like a scream, like a cry; and rain like tears from the sky.
F for fake. F for fate: don't believe to promises.
There's no Love for a damned…
There's a woman, she can get me joy.
Gentle eyes, gentle hands, take care of my wounds.
Feelin' my spirit in the Light. The eyes of devotion, they shine in the Dark.
Follow the River of Hatred, follow the river of Blood.
Scales of dragon wait for your weapons. Fire of dragon against your sword.
Battle cry to a final war. Battle cry on the lips - of the corpse…!
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