On Swift-Swings Songtext

Your visions - The coming of the many
A cavalacade in revelations path
And with nightfall, conquer all in darkness
A crimson sun drowning weak in blood

Battles roar in ancient times of warlike days
Ever so clear. Endurance until the end!
Ascendancy. Slay them all in vengeance, now
Stain the ground with poison
From their feeble minds

Now see th valleys drink the pestilent blood
A breeze of flesh across the plains

On swift wings, make haste across the landscape
Thus, you are the messenger of death
With black strokes,
Make your way into the moongate
You all-seeing shadow to the earth