Letras
The power and vigour of abyssal gods
More precious than diamonds, and old as the skies
Head of steel, bring to heel
Violent herald of Aegir's seal
Seasons clash, silver shades amass
Through tainted and desecrated streams of black
From the chasm of brine, now the kings are back
Relentless hunters of the sea
Their final stand as nature bleeds
The rapids run lethal, the greatest of trials
A cycle of life, rebirth and demise
Grave the cost, all is lost
Gone, our herald of ice and frost
Lords of storm arise
Into violent waters white
Through tainted and desecrated streams of black
From the chasm of brine, now the kings are back
Relentless hunters of the sea
Their final stand as nature bleeds
Through tainted and desecrated streams of black
From the chasm of brine, the kings are coming back