Avathar - Last Alliance


The land silent, before the storm 
in a ruthless land, dark and cold 
a might from the days, from the days of old 
rises in wrath, in silver in gold 

Winds of War 
echoes from the past 
sure ohta lamina vanwie 

A dark hate, grew in the endless void 
twisted by the iron hand, and the darkest will 
a will to dominate and enslave 
an evil power, older than the world 

Over the shadow mountains 
to a dead land 
an army fair and terrible 
whose spears sparkled in the rays of the sun!! 

The sands of time grew old 
on those seven years so is told 
a siege unbreakable 
under the flaming sky 

Alight!!! 

Glory and honour 
won on those fields of battle 
blood was shed and death flew on swift wings 
many of the greatest fell 
this story of it tells 

Standing on the edge 
an alliance not seen in ages 
winds of war, end of the ringlord 
sure ohta lamina vanwie

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