From the Arcane Mists of Prophecy - Visigoth

Seven suns light the sky

Our time has come, at last we ride

In days when arcane magicks ripped apart the ancient sky

And mighty tyrants ruled with sorcery and steel

Where vast barbaric hordes rode out on cursed battlefields

And spilled each others' blood with chaos in their hearts

Seven suns shall rise in an endless desert sky

Across these ancient paths we ride

We feel a sorrow deep inside

Reclaim the fire in our minds

And raise our fists against the sky

The hourglass proclaims the death of ages come to pass

Forgotten sagas fade to grey mythology

Now steel and honor and usurped by cold complacency

And battles born within the vile womb of avarice

Seven suns shall rise in an endless desert sky

So from the depths of ancient ages, beneath the sun-scorched sand

An evil with no name awaits to claim the land again

And so we wait with bated breath for the rising of the seventh sun

To break the chains of our entombment

The dawn of battle comes

Beyond these walls of sand and time, bells of destiny shall chime

Out of the arcane mists of prophecy the guardians will rise

From an age of sword and shield and distant war-torn battlefield

We have returned to serve this dying realm with sorcery and steel

Across these ancient paths we ride

We feel a sorrow deep inside

Reclaim the fire in our minds

And raise our fists against the sky

All that once was, all you believed was owed to you

Has been shattered and destroyed and now at last you understand

Your redemption has come at a cost and we won’t weep for what you’ve lost

So as our words fade into the star-filled sky

You must repent, you must reclaim