From the tallest mountain he watchesnThe serpent, the saviour, the eater of mennHe who thrives on dead fleshnnThe phantom king hungrily awaitsnThe march of fallen soulsnRise from the ruins of your GodsnnWho will be guided by his song?nWho can prove where they belongnnI fear, certain deathnFrom the ruins of my pride, I am rebornnI'll search through every stone,nOn every top I will climbnWhen I am there the bells of ntriumph will chimennClearing your view from a curtain of mistnRuling the people with an Iron FistnJudge me not for thos that had to fallnnCold benighted wastelandsnAbandoned by the livingnCold, unforgivingnThe fallen land reveals it's nightnnSymbols of Gods sculped into the mountainsnI'm the life of this land, the law is my commandnOf your fallen and failed creationsnThe end of an era, a new empires birthnnDescending comes to the ones of oldnDown from the skies like long time toldnThe fallen lands reveals it's nightnnBefore the eyes of the people,nA king falls to the earthnShimmering steel ends an eranA new empires birth.