Texty:
Darkmoon Seas Of Unrest

Frozen seasons shift as I come of age My body transforms elite, eyes to pierce your soul Ears to ear your fading heart And teeth to tear your presence

Gaze upon the sea of slain brothers As the tears well up in her eyes The agony of blood streams down the hillside Our battle is not yet done She sends

Attack the enemy Main all in your path Cast the curse of contorting pain Dominate with your blade The lines we penetrate Conquer their mighty realm Bring

Essence of the full moon, night wind chills me Fire in the distance, through forest trees We gather strength for the morrow's night This war shall be

Rites of old age, winds, come upon my coats Circulate oceans warmeth, awaken spirits my mystic domain Clash my inner pain, guide my essence to endless