Adversaries Mask 1 - Unearthly Trance

There are kings, who will drink your last drop of blood

And there are slaves that pathetically worship fools

There are hills, that see the nights purest silence

Then there are ghost mountains

Defiantly conquer kings

Will you drift quietly

Life a corpse downstream?

Swollen and suffering

Yet survival instinct is steadfast

Swimming against the stream

As the sun disappears

Relentless battles and wars if survived thicken the skin

Preserv the holy eye which an nemy can never destroy