Farrore - Emperor to the Dark Epoch

I heed the fall of land.
At the fingertips of the dark lord.
Shadowing the long horizons.
With the grim cold face of death.
Forever feel the breeze.
As he spreads his blizzard wings.
Tyrants rule the mountains.
Leaving us to suffer the cold.

This malevolence is infecting me.
Poisonous to my fellow man.
Ride the storm to the high up mountains.
To kill he who lives in the depths.

Dissonance.
The sorrow.
Cognizance.
The veracity.
Pain.
And the rise of winter.
Brings the Emperor to the Dark Epoch.

The era of frozen tides.
Has come knocking onto our doors.
With the fall of leaves at winter.
The tyrant arises from the depths.

This malevolence is infecting me.
Poisonous to my fellow man.
Ride the storm to the high up mountains.
To kill he who lives in the depths.

Dissonance
The sorrow.
Cognizance.
The veracity.
Pain.
And the rise of winter.
Brings the Emperor to the Dark Epoch.