Текст (слова) песни: Manilla Road - Seven Trumpets

The whirlwind howls my name
My mind soars across the planes
The blood upon the stone
Dried ages ago

And the gods are sleeping
No one left to bow before
Our race has lost its way
Temples lye in decay
Belial in his lair
Awaits the trumpets blare

And the gods are sleeping
No one left to hear our prayers

The ancient gods are waiting for the call
From the seven trumpets of Altamont
The seas will churn the dead shall rise again
The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red

Lords of the lihght awake
Rise up unto your fate
Belials horde awaits
Open the ancient gates
Sounding the horns of war
Its what youve waited for
Rise up and sleep no more
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Book I. The Rise (Of Atland) - Lemuria
Book II. The Fall (Of Atland) - Decimation
Book II. The Fall (Of Atland) - Resurrection
Book II. The Fall (Of Atland) - Sea Witch
Book III. Bifrost (The Rainbow Bridge) - March Of The Gods
Book IV. The Battle (Of Midgard) - Siege Of Atland
Book IV. The Battle (Of Midgard) - War Of The Gods
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