Texty:
Winds Of Plague The Great Stone War

Its all boiled down to this. A futile attempt to sway the struggle. Were all destined to perish. Put down by your self seeking greed. With the great clashing

: Once again I'm faced with myself. Standing before the shattered mirror. Blood drips from my shard shredded hands. Oh God, if you are there, now's the

under our flag. Standing proud you rid us of our fate. Behind the gun your given all our faith. So now we march to the pulse of the beating war drum.

apart. Rip and cut until the view is clear as far as the eye can see. Honor the Gods and pay tribute to the human era. A most humbling wind blows at the

: The roar of the lion rumbled through the earth. Waves of terror run down through there spines. He stopped the world with one final scream. Left for

: We have long traveled these separate paths. Our own quests to the meaning of life. Low or high all roads end. The only importance is what you have

: [Narration:] Earth, home to well over six billion people. A most majestic and brilliant sight, when seen through the eyes of peace. Foreboding, to

wisdom, and the Crystals of Power... [The Words of the Sorcerer:] My liege, great and regal king... the mists disclose their secrets... you are destined to wield a great

give in Help December let a new year begin Take what's left and move on Fly away Be gone... [II. A Poisoned Land] [Instrumental] [III. Leaving Home] The morrow winds