Many Are We - Keep of Kalessin

This is our path to order

Pure bloodline to perfection

Father after father

Never to see a dawning sun

Not alone

Never alone

All above are enemies

A means to perfection

Unholy demons of the mind

Clench the fist to signal

To initiate the final

The end — The killing begins

Rapid torrent leather wings

Pulling swords from the sheathe

Hack down the hindrance

Create your own path

There shall be no remembrance

Unearthy

Unholy

Many are we

Who gather at the smell of blood

Many are we

Who gather at the sound of war

Corroded ruined wrecked

The dead sky shines through smoke and fog

Scorched black empty

Life not wanted

Blood brown smell of muck

Many are we

Who gather at the smell of blood

Many are we

Who gather at the sound of war