Forsaken – Caïnan Dawn – letras

When the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battlesBirth of a forgotten land, where duuran sleepsOn the old grounds, the shade is carefulThe torment which forsook mortals will soon ariseThe world came to its endFrom afar the praises of victory are sungFrom chaos came magic, unto this worldComing from ancient gods, created by the voidThe blood mixed with the entities of this worldThe snake will bite its own tailAt the feet of a cold throneNobody is present, death is closeWe’ve fallen into despair, and the war will be bloodyA handful will escape, baleful soulsForsakenWhen the wind blew from the north, it foretold anient battlesWhere duuran sleeps