Hear the mighty silence call like a thunder in the autumn sky
Raising from its tomb a spirit that once was cursed
And thrown in the cage of cries and eternal misery
Hearing truth untold and screams that were ignored
So many years have passed only knowledge was absorbed
And wiser it became and colder was its blood
From the darkness of revenge no exit can be found
Your life’s in the spirits claws and strangled you will be!
The errant voice of the cursed soul
It haunts you forever in the dark
Our final blasphemy is cold
A call of the past centuries
The battle horns scream and call
Numerous men run towards they doom
From the hand of time they’ll fall
Thus revenge was served with wrath
Only forests know the tale of a battle severe and cold
Where the blackest lord revealed his true vampiric thirst
The snow was gleaming red in the sunlight of the dawn
Only swords are standing still like crosses of a grave
In the blood was left one darkest mark
Resembling the abyss of torture
Screaming echoes through time and space
A call of the past centuries