Sons Of Darkness Lyrics - X-wild

Turn back the tide of a thousand years 

When the hunted were many, the land was in tears 

The dark one has placed his hands on the earth 

His minions, no mercy, no quarter today 

The dreams of the men were shattered and drawn 

With death in the valleys and fire in the glens 

The old and the sick were slaughtered in vain 

Left for the ravens to be carried away 

In the deepest of lairs, he summoned his hordes 

Begin, sons of darkness, the mother of wars 

Spread my disease on this pestilent race 

The fighting, the burning, the sword and the mace 

He gazed in the flames, the beast that was he 

He now was the master of all he did see 

The wails of the women, the charnel house smell 

He laughed at their bodies, the tears for the dead 

Hail, Sons of darkness 

Hail, warriors call 

Hail, we'll conquer together 

Hail, my carrion hordes 

The earth it was riven, scarred in pain 

The people were solemn, laughter insane 

No hope for the future, just a gateway to Hade 

Infernal damnation for the weak and the lame 

Cruel winter, came for all, was too soon 

Perished the forests and withered the blooms 

Nothing was worthy to stand in his way 

He sought out a plan to conquer today 

Hail, Sons of darkness 

Hail, warriors call 

Hail, we'll conquer together 

Hail, my carrion hordes 

Sons of darkness, with banners held high 

Sons of darkness, you're marching to die 

He gathered around him mystics and seers 

Dark incantations to pass on the years 

Spells that were spoken and chants that were made 

A devilish future was all that he craved 

Black swirling midnight, his time it had come 

To travel in time, in an instant was done 

He burst on our world filled with anger and hate 

Destroyer of dreams, deceider of fates 

Reborn in nirvana to murder and maim 

It's you that have called him, and you know his name 

His guises are many, the lord of the lies 

He feeds on your fears and darkens the skies 

His orders are written in granite and stone 

You'll kneel at the throne made from blood and from bones 

The left hand is icy, caressing the skulls 

The right hand has brandished the sceptre of souls