Enslaved - Satyricon:The Forest Is My Throne


Through years of knowledge, man rode the wings of evil 
Through the enormous winter, three years without summer 
Prepared for the battles of the north 

I sat on my throne and watched between 
The skies of a cold northern light 
Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs 
Against my throne, only got my sword on their back! 

I rose from my throne, and walked away with the wind 
Through centuries of weakness 
Only the strong follow me, on my crusade of darkness 
In this land where the forest is my throne 
I have come to re-hunt

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