Face Of The Conqueror

Crystallised in the river of time, alive. His face of stone

Blood to quench His might, shadow of death when He was born

Who stands to meet His gaze, His soul a silent night sky bleak

Commands the Therion, remember ye well! Stygian king, a god is born

Rides through Cimmerian lands

Chants to the river

Rides through Cimmerian lands

Where the circles of rivers meet

Humans infected with visions... cursed with mortality

Winds flood with delirious thoughts

The tyrant to dethrone

Eyes shut to the circling darkness

Slaves forget...

Forces gathered for many years

Prepared to fight to the death

So thrice called the daemon king

A thousand daemons are born

Voices calling from Kokytoz

The darkness in their dreams

Never was there a battle

Never a panoply strapped!

Remains in the halls of time alive. His face of stone

Throne of polemic might; highest commander of your dreams

Steel will drown your plight and cleanse your impure thoughts with blood!

The face of the conqueror remember ye well,

Stygian king, a god enthroned!