The Wild Hunt

We sing these words of praise to Thee. Mightiest of Might, Unbound Divinity, Sung so loud by a Nameless Kin. Resounding through the halls of the Temple of Ain. As our deeds of Fire, unto the Last, Illuminate the Darkest Path. This war will end when A

Ageless Though merely a child Tall has grown thy shadow For every sun must set Eventually And every child of fire Must die to be free Far beyond the grace of god The tiny tomb's prepared "LIBERATUS EST" The silent stone declares Pluck now the ro

It is the hollow month of march now sweeping in Lets watch phenomenon's that rise out of the darkness now Within the light she is my storming heroin And old machine's abandoned by the ancient racists and I hear them hummin' down below and hollow eart

Well I walk upon the river like it's easier than land Evil's in my pocket and your will is in my hand Oh, your will is in my hand And I'll throw it in the current that I stand upon so still Love is all, from what I've heard, but my heart's learned to