Throne of Antiquity - Khors

Silence, dark forest

Fear, shadows are silent

Souls of ancestors, ancient signs

Power of the night oppresses conscience

The cold is squeezing heart up to pain

Trunks of trees carrying away a glimpse

Loud shouts of ancient warriors

The moonlight exposing the darkness

An owl screaming above the old wood

Ancient signs — souls of ancestors

The power’s filled with the gloom of the wood

Eternity, pride and faith