Balor

Near the shores of Toraigh,Beneath the pounding wavesIn shadowed depthsAnd dark embraceIn the dark abyssBeyond the waves,Balor of the strong blowsLies in waitFrom shadowed depthsBeyond the seaAblaze his eyeHe will ariseTowers of glass,Like icy bladesRise up to the skiesWhen he's awakeForgotten gods return to roam,Standing stones begin to shriek,When hope becomes despair,In a world full of hate and greedBalor waits no more,Dark eyes lit with exultation,A third eye opening,Hurling bolts of lightningFlesh and bone turn to ashes,Sacrificial fires burn againA thousand men slain, blood-red wavesPounding upon the shoresAs time is senseless,As night is endless,Reality is darkness,Existence is emptinessIn shadowed depthsOf the black abyssBorn from dark mistsAnd raging stormsForgotten gods return to roam,Standing stones begin to shriek,When hope becomes despair,In a world full of hate and greedThe triumph of evil,When good men stay silent,Then Balor of the Evil Eye,Has arisen from deathBlack cloaked Balor, arisen from deathBlack cloaked Balor, will rule again