Scrolls Of The Shadowland

The grim force set sailinto a world of magicwhere wastelands were blue-soaked, inthe capes of the mountains[Chorus:]With a hunger as greatas the most ancient of daggersSix were the daysto be ended on the seventh nightAs it stepped into the shadowlandgrass began to growA storm blew with a bliss,accomplishing the serpents kiss[Repeat Chorus]With blood like the noblest of redAnd with a purposeyet unknown to any dimension,set her eyes on firefor ultimate visions to discoverHer lips touched the groundand became Death and his bride[Repeat 1. verse]