Face Of The Conqueror by Zemial
Crystallised in the river of time, alive. His face of
stone
Blood to quench His might, shadow of death when He was
born
Who stands to meet His gaze, His soul a silent night
sky bleak
Commands the Therion, remember ye well! Stygian king, a
god is born
Rides through Cimmerian lands
Chants to the river
Rides through Cimmerian lands
Where the circles of rivers meet
Humans infected with visions... cursed with mortality
Winds flood with delirious thoughts
The tyrant to dethrone
Eyes shut to the circling darkness
Slaves forget...
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