Ashes Of Old کے بول

Ashes of a cold living Thoughout mist and shadows When the eagles flies Towards the last stronghold In the golden halls of ancient glory Into the depths of world's end And the wolf stands alone against all The last guard before the fall of an empire Deep in the cosmic ash sorrow in the sunset shadows We broke the wheel of destiny For the greatness of unholy fire Smashing and burning as giants we are The cult of blood is eternal! Walking with the shadows of the pit We, as dwellers of eternal darkness A journey through the times Of ancient wisdom into the ashes of old!