The white kingdom has failed
Upon my throne, I can see the flames
The horrors that have befallen the city
And the evil that is grown too great
The gate will not hold
The walls will crumble
The keep will fall under a shadow
And be crushed by a terrible hand
--
Prepare my pyre
Lay the oak round me
--
I gaze upon the stone lords and princes
Immortalized in marble and granite
Tall and terrible they are, with eyes of grey
And grim faces unchanged for ages
Their hall shall my ashes forever lie
As one with the heathen gods of old
So it is destined to be
That I shall burn with my city
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Douse me with the oil
Torch the oak
Set my limbs alight
I depart to live among the gods
This album sounds like it was recorded inside of a dream. Soothing melodies, distant vocals and amazing beats - Endlhëtonëg is simply something else botwin336