see the plains lie ghastly silent as being frozen in time a place of distress where evil still lies vigilant enshrined years that passed are now centuries and forgotten seem the fallen ones but on lived the memories in the spirits of a battle sons hear the choirs is it the wind that brought back their cries once forged in blood by tragedy sharp were the thorns of crimson death through the air again our voices whisper and awake are now your eyes for too long closed in slumber but death didn t prove our demise by ages so dark we ve been sculptured as fragments of stories and tales as we haunt we are endlessly captured and shrouded in the wind that here wails hear the choirs is it the wind that brought back their cries forged in blood by tragedy dark were the thorns of crimson death by ages so dark we ve been sculptured as fragments of story and tales by the place that we haunt we are captured against eternity we can prevail hear the choirs is it the wind that brought back their cries forged in blood by tragedy dark were the thorns of crimson death