Epialthes

A flaming blade of the dark shadows struck the lands
With furious lightning it fell into the hands of man
And the ancient fire came down
Down from the sky into the ground
Down, down, down from the sky into the ground

The clouds moved aside as the sword was cast from the sky
Burnt by a mark of fire, who shall make this find
And the gray clouds were watching down
Down from the sky into the ground
Down as the shapes of light were drowned

Courage's started crawling from the ashes and smoke
And the night was cursed and drifting within the winds so cold
And the knights from the sea were marching down
To the deep caverns down
Down, down, down where the old spells are found

The war was growing in the old lands and towns
From the mountains war drums pounded with a defeating sound
They'll seek the sword forevermore, until in battle they'll fall
Now, hear the battle's call

Who dares to play with death?
Who smells the dragon's breath?
No grief for the fallen ones
The search for the sword has begun

Great as the mountains and seas
Grim as the earth and old trees
Made from the glimmer of golden lakes
Chained with fire that never fades

Rocks and stones they carve and mold
When the rivers run fierce and cold
May this chant haunt your past
For this sword is yours at last

Raise the arms, the battle is near
Through the mud and waters clear
The blood is coloring the lands again
A sign of victory the wind will send