Dark Age

Where the mysterious fog wonder by the forest of knowledge
Where knights with their swords kill dragons to survive the horror
In that Dark Age children learned to lie like a bird learns to fly
That old ways we all should know, that we all should follow
That old ways we all should know, that we all should follow
that we all should follow

Brothers of the night, sons of the dark,
Rise from your grave and taste the blood divine

The forest the home of all gods that refuge a sacred palace
Where a virgin bride tastes all her fantasies obsessions
Oh, my cruelty, insensible betrothed
Come bound to me touch my hand and feel you, the cruelty

Bride of the old ways
Pride of the Dark Age
Bride of the old ways
Pride of the Dark Age