In The Woods... - Creation Of An Ancient Shape - Sözleri

See this form of darkness

and search its endless feast

Floating through this storm

immortal histories



Cold and destructive

Wisdom which hailed from the north

crushing all good

With a touch of bare skin

Spread total fear through them hordes



As chaos strikes

and weakness dies



Armed in iron weapons

Die to reach the sky

Brave men into battle

Allfather, greet me in your hall



A creation

All it will rise again

Warriors strive for vengeance

Ancient shapes of creation

















                
                        


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