Domes of crystal, spires of light reach out Symbols of attainment once aspired A quest for knowledge fuelled by love of peace People never burned by fired
Ride with me on a shooting star Through galaxies of death, we chase Skeletal king of paradise Cosmic crown is the jewel you wear Carnival bizarre Freaks
The pale moon was rising above the green mountain, The sun was declining beneath the blue sea; When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain
In your soul time when you're closing down Shadow sun Divine sleep of death Divine sleep of death I am, babe, standing still In the blackest rain Denying
to death like a drop of rain towards the wide ocean. I've dreamt a winged snake eating its own tail, encircling the earth And a mountain of crystal bearing
smell of dark gate Dargor is marching with the poor Airin there where dark has ruled forever for the demonknights Fire's riding to valleys of death while
Time was his dwelling Seasons his gods Life a fierce warrior Death his most sacred ritual within the fire And within his chants His quest, wisdom His
The Secret of Death if ours to possess, ours will endure forever I see the answer burn in your eyes, across the wasteland, Death into Life The mighty Spirits crystalize
Teareth With Terrible Violence. Restore the Eyes of the Dead. Collect Their Skulls. Join Their Bones Together Again. Lord of the Temple of the Mount
Of Death Is Ours To Possess Ours Will Endure Forever I See The Answer Burn In Your Eyes Across The Wasteland, Death Into Life The Mighty Spirits Crystalize
When death so swiftly has coveted The client from this plane A journey forged in ice has just begun A crystal line entombment preservation now awaits
To assume) To assume from ignorance (From ignorance) Inflicting wounds with your cross-turned dagger Inside crystal mountain Evil takes its form Inside crystal mountain
to perceive all that you want To assume from ignorance Inflicting wounds with your cross-turned dagger Inside crystal mountain Evil takes its form Inside crystal mountain
s not much to my liking The people standing on the rock Are innocent and they know not That the tide comes in Death rides it like a Viking The mountains
Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing, Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing. Now somebody
Shrine allied with the sorceries of the Crystal could generate, Angsaar channelled his fiendish presence from his darksome prison directly to the death
the carnage of that first clash was phenomenal. The Hyperborean Cavalry tore gloriously into the foremost rank of the shadow-warriors, the enchantment of the Crystal