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See the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time

A place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined

Years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones

But on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle's sons

Hear the choirs

Was it the wind that brought back their cries?

Once forged in blood by tragedy

Sharp were the thorns of crimson death

Through the air again our voices whisper

and awake are now our eyes

For too long closed in slumber

but death didn't prove our demise

By ages so dark we've been sculptured

as fragments of stories and tales

As we haunt we are endlessly captured

and shrouded in the wind that here wails

Hear the choirs

Was it the wind that brought back their cries?

Once forged in blood by tragedy

Dark were the thorns of crimson death

By ages so dark we've been sculptured

as fragments of stories and tales

By the place that we haunt we are captured

Against eternity we can't prevail

Hear the choirs

It was the wind that brought back their cries

Forged in blood by tragedy

Dark were the thorns of crimson death