Rebel Souls (The Damnation)

Fettered with the olden ice Blown with the gale of oblivion Masters of duration We stay in the chaos of calm Let's soar to the sky in red Lost land calls us Let's free our souls Dip them in the life's infinity Let's mount winged beasts Horizon is our goal Let the whirlwind of death carry our fleet Blackness of the sky is the shelter of our storm Our rights paid dearly with our lives ago Rebel souls Our names are swords of hatred Our names have never been spoken by a mortal Blackness of the sky is the shelter of our storm Our rights paid dearly with our lives ago Who's that figure gliding in the sky of death Dark messenger from the abyssland