Tytuł: Seven trumpets

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   The whirlwind howls my name
  My mind soars across the planes
  The blood upon the stone
  Dried ages ago
  
  And the gods are sleeping
  No one left to bow before
  Our race has lost it's way
  Temples lye in decay
  Belial in his lair
  Awaits the trumpets blare
  
  And the gods are sleeping
  No one left to hear our prayers
  
  The ancient gods are waiting for the call
  From the seven trumpets of Altamont
  The seas will churn the dead shall rise again
  The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red
  
  Lords of the lihght awake
  Rise up unto your fate
  Belial's horde awaits
  Open the ancient gates
  Sounding the horns of war
  It's what you've waited for
  Rise up and sleep no more