In Fire Reborn - Sons of Crom

The sleeping son

The seal shall be broken

Unleash this soul of woe

The sacred void

Blackening suns and stars

Malignant shadows sweep the sky

The flames of old burning high

A stench of brimstone searing the air

Cleansing blades of cold steel

Fear strikes in full when Death comes calling your name

All hope is lost

Wings thunder like desolate storms

Thirsting for sulphur and hate

Echoing wails, haunted pleas for mercy

The One shall rise

The smoke dispersed from his eys

Grand conjuration, something wicked has come

Our fat lies ripe in his hands

Vile scornful laughter, necromantic delight

Born as one

Return of the son

In fire reborn

The ancient oath is sworn

For the first time in aeons

Open your eyes

Gaze upon the truth

The pillars of our existence crumbling to dust

The river is wide and deep

No masters guide your way

Rise!

Flickering torches

Screams of despair and grief

The One shall rise

The smoke dispersed from his eyes

Grand conjuration, something wicked has come

Our fate lies ripe in his hands

Vile scornful laughter, necromantic delight

Born as one

Return of the son

In fire reborn

The ancient oath is sworn