The Forest Of The Pagan Throne

The Forest Of The Pagan Throne
Somewhere the light falls
Somewhere in the frozen fog
Through the unholy winter depths
Storms the wrath of the barbarian gods

Where the ice winds always blow
Ravens follow the call of the moon
Hordes of never ending darkness arise
From the forest of the pagan throne
Somewhere where eternity opens
Opens on immortally cold vastlands
Snow mountains hold the key
The key to where dark wolves remain
The feared forest of the pagan throne
Where the ice winds always blow
Ravens follow the call of the moon
Hordes of never ending darkness arrive
From the forest of the pagan throne
Through ages, in the mountains of eternity
They’ve wandered…
From the forest of the pagan throne
An old wind comes…
An old wind comes…