A Voice Born Of Stone And Dust Lyrics - Singles - Caladan Brood

From the dust, assembling form 

Lashing out with flint and bone 

Matted furs, rotting hides 

Withered skin, black pits for eyes 

In ancient days we stopped the ice 

We crushed the Jhag at gruesome price 

Now we must heed the First Sword's call 

His wrath is kindled, a doom must fall 

Severed from death 

We march, we march 

Bound to the throne 

We march, we march 

Cursed by Tellann 

We march, we march 

Warriors of bone 

We march 

We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust 

A ritual to bind our race 

In vast undeath, our severed fates 

The sorcery of shamans old 

To ever hunt the lords of cold 

We drift within the sands of wrath 

The wielders of the fire's path 

An ancient magic 

Elderbound, bloodbound, earthbound 

Severed from death 

We march, we march 

Bound to the throne 

We march, we march 

Cursed by Tellann 

We march, we march 

Warriors of bone 

We march 

We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust 

Spell of sorrow 

Spell of might 

Breath of fire 

Endless ice 

We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust