Crown Of Fallen Heroes - From Ruins Of The Ancient Dark Ages [Full Album]

Lyrics to From Ruins Of The Ancient Dark Ages [Full Album] by Crown Of Fallen Heroes

Tracklist: 01. Prelude - The Golden Mists of Dawn 00:00 [Instrumental] 02. From Ruins of the Ancient Dark Ages 02:19 In darkness the hope of men was forged in steel Courage, wisdom and wrath embraced the heart of pagan kings Under raging storms they marched Under the sign of ravens they wandered... The whisper of arrows through the golden horizon Dance of the swords consuming lives The clash of the axes against wooden shields Feeding the ravens across bloody battlefields Bravery and hope opened new paths Leading the will of Gods, the will of men Narrative I: The seeds were sowed for a hateful existence Leaving behind a path of blood Ascension and fall of ruthless empires Immortal memories would cross long dark centuries Haunting the present like ghosts in the fog Flame of triumph, patiently forged the time Narrative II: With warchants and blood our history was written Deeds of bravery marched to the hands of fate As virtue of worthy men approaches once again From ruins of the ancient dark ages I feel the oceans raging The wrath of the cold winds The whisper of arrows through the golden horizon Dance of the swords consuming lives The clash of the axes against wooden shields Feeding the ravens across bloody battlefields In darkness the hope of men was forged in steel Courage, wisdom and wrath embraced the heart of pagan kings Under raging storms they marched Under the sign of ravens they wandered... 03. Wrath from Ancestral Lands 12:41 Dark horizons shone with terrifying sign… hundreds of flaming arrows enlightened the sky Behold the fear stamped in the eyes of enemies... blood and tears ran down through frozen streams. Runes were carved in stones Eternalizing the deeds of our forefathers Proud men sailed across the sea so vast… bringing hateful memories from the past Horns sound amongst the chants of war... announcing the coming of battlelines ashore Runes were carved in stones Eternalizing the deeds of our forefathers They have been written our history They have been forged our sovereignty Now raging winds caress the dead trees, singing the men’s fate And through furious dark storms nature sheds its hate They have been written our history They have been forged our sovereignty And so the heavens scream in rage, bringing the smell of death From the primeval ancestral lands an ancient wrath claims for revenge Songs in march for triumph still echoes in our way The old sons of the wasted lands remain wielding pride and courage. 04. Abreast with Honour and Triumph 20:05 An ancient strength reigns in my soul Enchanting the inner landscapes of my thoughts We hail our ancestors with pride Raising our swords in homage for those who died. I bring the fury of my forefathers, the purest knowledge of victorious generations. Wandering through distant pathways Towards the great mountains covered by the haze Abreast with honour and triumph Resistance transcend through my veins I bring the bloody conquests of old domains, the most magnificent virtues of ages long forgotten. My blood, my honour... My rage, my pride. My courage, my victory... All are just only one in my glory. Exalting old words of wisdom Hearing the raging waves breaking upon the stones Side by side with honour and triumph We’ve followed paths far from our unworthy present. 05. Wandering Through Foggy Landscapes 27:23 [Instrumental] 06. Forest of Pagan Memories 30:00 Narrative I: *As I wander to where once my ancestors rode On a hidden path that time erased It leads me to the ages of steel Towards the dark glorious past …And the golden rays of light shine in the morning mist Sacred circles of stones covered by rotten leaves Old scrolls and fragments of swords and shields Rusty elms covered with slime and blood The forest whisper… virtues and reason This is my misty fortress… of pagan memories. Narrative II: **As I hear the ghostly chant of generations gone Gathering the old spirits to sit around the fire They sing songs about the bravery To praise the victorious dead ...An austere voice echoes through green trees Telling wonderful stories from a time long forgotten When the men’s courage reflected against the shieldwall of enemies When the dance of shining swords praised the strongest ones. The forest whisper… virtues and reason This is my misty fortress… of pagan memories. An old war vision rises before my eyes Riding towards our time… claiming in triumph The deeds of our ancestors enchanting our existence Guiding our journey… for generations to come. My eyes behold silently a scene of rage and honour Echoing in the purest air the sound of steel meeting steel Narrative III: ***The crimson bloody skies above bring the end of day …And so I return walking upon the ashes of thousands of funerals 07. Epilogue - Where Crimson Sky Meets the Darkness 42:19 [Instrumental]