Instrumental

The Wind
Was showering our comrades
with snow,
The white trees crowns were
reaching for the stars.

Iced realm,
Your flowers are as sharp as
royal swords,
What bloody lake do your
frozen tears conceal?

Adrana:
"Creature of the woods,
In your thorny cage,
Let my magic set you free"

Princess,
Rescue the beast, unleash the
spirit of the forest,
This new ally will be worthy of
your quest!

Here starts
Our journey to the Tower
of Frozen Tears.
Time has come to awaken the
City of Ice!

Adrana:
"There, a cold world!
There, a new world!
Destiny is building up."

On the horizon, the Tower of
Frozen Tears.
Thoed's thralls are expecting
Princess Adrana!

Dagger storm raging,
Rain of blood falling,
Adrana and Shayn keep going.

Ruthless enemies
And countless bodies
Threaten victory.

Horns echo through the forest,
As if challenging fate.
Creature of the Frozen Path
Let us face this bloody wrath!

Its metal claws
Were tearing up the ice,
Mutilated bodies
Sealed our victory,
Sealed our victory!

Don't let me down!

And so, the Grey Princess was
awaiting us
At the top of her tower
of frozen tears

In the City of Ice
Where dormant souls lie
The Old Guardian rests.
When his blood is cast,
When he breathes his last,
My help you shall entice.

In the City of Ice
Where dormant souls lie
The Old Guardian waits.
When haze fades away
And darkness is slain,
A new army you will gain

Their enemies' bodies
Scattered on frozen territories,
While a new confrontation
Appears on the horizon.

The frozen path
Was stretching out before them;
Adrana and Shayn
Were sealing their destiny,
Sealing their destiny...

Crystal gates open,
Behold the Old Guardian!

Revelation,
Frozen darkness takes hold of me,
Where is the corrupt soul?
I can't believe that Barändir lied!

The evil fog is slowly dissipating, releasing the
People from Ice from their deathly slumber.

Revelation,
Frozen darkness takes hold of me,
Where is the corrupt soul?
I can't believe that Barändir lied!

Oh! Take up arms! Where is the enchantress Elewin?
People from Ice! Is it true Barändir serves Thoed?

Revelation,
Frozen darkness takes hold of me,
Where can I find this Barändir?
He'll be sorry for his betrayal!

Revenge will be taken,
His time will come.
No presumption of innocence,
Thanks to you Elewin!
Let them believe our union with the People of
Ice failed;
The Knights of Ice are already gathering
On the frozen plains of Elhanor, Elhanor!

Revelation,
Frozen darkness takes hold of me,
Where can I find this Barändir?
He'll be sorry for his betrayal!

Elewin's revelation, Elewin's revelation!

Tragicus Animus Ignoblis
Perjurus, Insanus Proditor!

I can't believe that Barändir lied...

The Old Guardian was facing
Adrana,
Casting her a mistrusting gaze.
The Old Guardian deals the first
blow - weapons clash,
A fierce storm of attacks breaks out.

Saneday and Barändir go near
the jewel,
An artifact set in a stone.

The Old Guardian resists
Princess Adrana's relentless assaults
and magic.

The Old Guardian draws on his
ancient power,
Deadly bows start raining down
on her.

Adrana:
"Don't let me down!"

When Saneday and Barändir pry
the pearly orb out of its craked
pedestal,
A swarm of shadows is suddently
conjured, shrouding and assaulting them.

"Nebulae se colligunt,
prusias!"

Remember the fate of Prusias!
Nightmarish wraiths -
immaterial strikes which pierce the lost
soul, rather than flesh.

Saneday's memories
are coming from a forgotten
time;
Prusias was then a young city
The Tryons were ruling Elhanor.

The Old Guardian falls,
A deep, open wound
Glaring on his side,
His flank badly torn...

Soon, Saneday is holding the
precious orb,
Having overcome memories
of old.
Darkness becomes Light,
The four Leodran envoys reconvene
out of the cave.

The four Leodram envoys:
"Wij zullen op het imperium
lopen!"

The Ice People rises again.
Adrana, we pledge allegiance
to you;
Our army will be heard in all of
Elhanor.

I woke under the snow, once again...
Was it him, my love?
Tell me the names of the stars
That you ride in the dark,
Come back to me!

I woke under a rain of ashes...
In my heart - a fire.
Tell me of the fall of the dark
On the deep silent forest
Come back to me!

The sound of your voice still echoes in my head,
Prison of memories...
My little Phoenix, in a blazing ballet;
Come into my dreams

I woke under the sea, one last time...
And there was a siren.
In this black velvet sea,
She sang this sweet melody,
Farewell!

But there is nothing but silence now,
Prison of memories...
The little Phoenix, in a blazing ballet
Became an angel

Instrumental

Brasis, incandescent citadel,
Brasis, rocked by burning winds.

Fountains of Fire gushed
While passing the city's gates,
The ground was only ashes,
The volcanic haze fueled our might.

Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
Listen to the Hell Choir!

Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
There draws up the Empire!

Brasis, Former prosperous city,
Brasis, a new age dawns.

Blood replaced the gold paintings
Which garnished your walls, ~
I'll turn the fire people
Into the most valiant warriors.

Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
Listen to the Hell Choir!
Climb on the throne of fire,
Look at the burning horizon!
There draws up the Empire!

Over the past, when our dreams
grew up in the night,
Over the past, when I was singing
in the moonlight.

Once upon a time, a gathering of adventures
With whom we would make
history in this world of doom.
Fantasy of a new world of liberty,
Fantasy of an illusive and shifting world.

I remember these ruins that we
called our realms,
Memories of bloody battle fields.

I remember these years
of complicity,
Memories, on the stage
of our passion.
When had retreated
on Wandering Hills,
Seeking escape from the empire;
When, we saw for the first time
the Obsidian Golem.

When, in your arms we crossed Sheneresha,
Whose water shone of precious stones
Where hid odd aquatic creatures.

I imagine a place where the
oppressed would sleep,
But there's no place without
asphodels here...

I imagine a world, where fencing
is only art,
But a new quest is awaiting.

There, a nation of fire to liberate,
An ancient kingdom to restore,
There, the greatest war of all
time to win.

There, the death of
thousands of innocents
Whose lives will operate as lead
To carry out tapestry prophecy.

Poison - running through their veins;
Icy blood - mortal fire banes.

In a swirl of notes, the pianist plays the partition of death.
A poisonous symphony running though
The organs of Saneday.

The clepsydra flows
Unrelentingly while Elewin is dying,
Elewin!

The realm of fire - poisonous shire
For the magician of the frozen realm.

Poison - running through their veins;
Icy blood - mortal fire banes.

In a swirl of notes, the pianist plays the partition of death.
The counterpoint is ineffective,
Already the poison dissipates.

The Clepsydra is reversed;
In her frozen coffin,
Elewin has survived.
People of fire! Poisoned desire!
Don't believe in these old legends!

Through the desert of sand,
Through the calcined forests and
Obsidian dunes,
Adrana and Shayn carry on!

Inferno,
What do the old gates
Of your fire realms desire?
Poison - mortal fire banes.

Take up the arms to Inferno!
Behind its gates seats the Beast:
Lord of the lands and
Master of war.

Adrana Shayn exchange a last
Determined look,
Climb the steps of the city
And take a stand in the fight.

Take up arms to Inferno!
Behind its gates seats the Beast:
Ready to face the confrontation.

Adrana seizes its sword and springs
Furiously toward the Beast, deeply wounding it.

Here thus the story of a beast infury;
In its stomach, a bow,
To recorver it, only one deathblow.

Take up arms to Inferno!
Tiredness seizes the beast,
Effortless victory?
Shayn grabs the opportunity

His reckless leads
Him to admit a likely death,
But in a last clash, impales the beast
And recovers the bow.
Adrana seizes the chest;
The sky darkens, clouds amass in a storm!

Esoteric bow, warlike power of the forces of fire,
Allow to achieve my fire quest and plan the offensive.

From a burning arrow,
The warlike instinct of the
People of fire awakes.

Take up arms to destiny,
Let us liberate this oppresed
And ravaged world, Fire Warriors!

The people of fire offered the
Bow to the princess
As a sign of their engagement
In her valiant crusade.

Thus the story ends of the bow and the beast,
But on the smoking hill was
Preparing a new playbill,
A new peril.

Take up arms
Fire warriors.

Once, while flames where dancing on moonrize,
The burning earth trembled as thighs.
Once, fire and rock golem arises,
Men's Madness recflected in his eyes.

On a Dramatic asphodel field
Was played a chaotic piece;
In a ballet of flamboyant blood,
A dramatic confrontation.

Many corpses falling in a battle,
Their minds prisioners of fears.
Many assaults leading to death,
But a hope stronger than ever!

"Don't be afraid.
Reality was illusion.
- Illusion...
- The spirit's power guide us...
- ...Of victory
- ...To the path of victory!

The time has come!
Obsidian Collapses,
Fire Warriors,
Full Damages!

Under a rain of lava,
You will go to the fight!
Under a rain of ashes
The golem will perish."

"Once upon a time,
The golem became alive.
Engraved on its face,
The name of the creator.

Climb on the obsidian creature,
Erase the mark of enemy!

While erasing the creator's name,
The golem will fall in ashes.
Once upon a time,
Obsidian Collapses."

"Don't be afraid.
Reality was illusion.
- Illusion...
- The spirit's power guide us...
- ...Of victory
- ...To the path of victory!

The time has come!
Obsidian Collapses,
Fire Warriors,
Full Damages!"

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