Caladan Brood
2013 - Echoes Of Battle
4. To Walk The Ashes Of Dead Empires

 The burning fires fill the sky as a golden light enfilades the night
 Shattered mountains [bad word] away, their smouldering heaps upon the plains
 Ashes of gods, a cinereous rain
 torrent of death covers the slain
 Blood has stained the silent stone where armies have fallen before the throne

 The burning fires fill the sky as a golden light enfilades the night
 Shattered mountains [bad word] away, their smouldering heaps upon the plains
 The mortal cries of perishing thralls
 Ancient towers topple and fall
 Beleaguered spirit, dying pride
 Dawn of sorrow, lamenter’s shrine

 Such a slaughter, this battle of gods
 What a deluge, these rivers of blood
 The call of T'iam beckons me
 I have awoken to the rage
 Lost in thought, lost in space, lost in time
 Lost within this storm we drive
 Unleashing chaos inside
 The endless night sky dims my eyes

 The burning fires now subside as a golden dawn dethrones the night
 The aftermath of battle’s toll, mighty silence they behold
 Landscapes bathed in colours pale, dressed in blood and broken maille
 Splintered spears, shattered swords, unmarked graves
 The cost of war

 Son of shadows betrays the night, father walks away from light
 Mother Darkness leaves us to die
 Kharkanas sounds its final hour, resplendent halls are empty and pallid
 Brothers forced another way
 breach was sealed but a host was torn, raised this wall only to fall
 Bones ground into sands of the shore
 voice reborn and a voice was shorn, the vice of centuries of life
 Must we make this sacrifice?

 Empty halls sing a hollow fall
 Dust-strewn cobblestones lead them home
 Ships now dreaming in their quiet ports
 Raise your glass to the ones returning
 Icy barrows and forgotten swords
 Snow-capped mountains hold forgotten words
 Deeds heroic and deeds unknown
 Carved upon the empty throne