Condemned to walk the earth alone
First a shadow then a sorrow
The bitter solace friend and foe
Baneful tongues and
solemn lore
Strokes of death to guide the summons
Smoke in wreaths above beguiling
Brewing creeping indescence
Bursting
lights and fearless thunder
[Chorus:]
Mercenaries
Forgotten slain
Lords of Bedlam
The web of wickedness
devours
All that's hallowed woe will follow
Amidst the cry and lamentation
With crooked hands contrives the charm
Hence
rivers of brume beckon the ancients
A troop of echoes forges forward
Mouths wide open like ghastly sores
Curse the matron, damn
the whore
...and the tempest rose
with the North wind
as the banshee wailed
Spewing her venom condemned
...and
torrents roared
engulfed in flames
as the banshee wailed
Prophetic of Death's approach
[Repeat Chorus]
