Ancient Race Songtext / Lyric

North of the arctic
frozen in cold
we slumber eternally
as men grow old
a palace of ice
encases us all
with images of demons marked upon the walls They tell the tale of out ancient race
an armor clad male
with thorned mace
those who imprisioned us
their lives we will take
as the ice melts and our master awakes The spells will be cast
and the skys will turn red
our armies will live
and rise from the dead
as we sleep
in out tomb of cold
this is how
our story is told.