Might Returns

Dark edifice shrouded in the thick mist

Walls covered with shadow bathed in the purple of the sun

Master's throne wrapped in the attire of the ancient lords

Might returned to the old bewitched gates

Standing on the hill of truth

I reach out towards the abyss

Wind tousles my body

I feel the ancient power

Wild sea waves strike with crash against the walls

Power of nature unveils its mighty face

Let us be carried away by the force of element

Flesh, blood, lasting and death

Might returns

False symbols burn

Fire whirl devours

What the weak worshipped

In the times of darkness and deceit