Throne Of Ahaz - The Kings That Were... Lyrics

...This is the night of werewolves... The bloodred sky Ruled by flames of twisted hate This darkest night An open gate for the black kings that were The fallen grace Raped by the scorn of the northern kings A choir of wolves Howl out their hate against the cold sky An ancient king He rode the black winds through the sky His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war The werewolf Revel in the blood of the sacred whore This night is cold And it was foretold to last for aeons An ancient king He rode the black winds through the sky His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war Black lightnings of returning gods, strike the sky A throne of desire was built, a throne of might I saw them summon under the droning moon I drowned in their eyes... so black and cold So black and cold... ("Nifelheim") Throne Of Ahaz Lyrics The Kings That Were... Lyrics