Kingdom Under Funeral Skies

Conquer the storm on Zephyrous' wings
Ride into the sunset
Follow the shadows grey and dark
Stride through the veil of black

Fenrir's howl marks your path
When the light is dying slow
You'll enter a realm beyond the mortality
To the storm lord you'll bow

You'll know when you've reached your journey's end
When you cross the threshold of malediction
Don't be afraid to give you up to your fears
You don't need a saviors benediction

Gravestones rule that grim land's sight
And mist is dwelling here eternal
Rain is whipping under funeral skies
The atmosphere nearly infernal

Born out of dead mans ashes
Are the creatures who rule with swinging axe
In the mists of wrath and anger
They're breaking the weak heretics neck

Air is filled with dark necromancy
And the water is only a witches brew
Sorcerer's decide of your entry
You must be cruel like the chosen few

Walk the path until the glade
Where the ivory tower thrones
The witchcraft of a thousand wizards
Is buried here with their rotten bones

Open the gates of that cursed tower
Where the evil of this universe sleeps
Set free the hatred, the anger and wrath
Until it again in all human hearts creep