The Flame Shall Not Fade - Winterage

We’re the heritage

of immortal days

in flames and shades

we forged our way

Through the ices of north

and the sands of the sun

we travelled in aeons

to let not fade

the flame

We’re descent of

the immemorial age

a sea of light

a wisdom race

and chaos will be

with our rise

and that shall be

the beginning of time

From the gold of the heaven thrones

from the steel of the heathen swords

they will merge what is right and wrong

and bring perfection in this world

From the depth of forgotten tombs

from the prophet’s flesh and blood

they shall wake a shining truth

and forge perfection in this world

We shall sweep away

metaphysic’s pain

thou shalt not weep

another day

the end shall be

the start of life

the consciousness

of our kind!

As we have died in flames

for the flame of life

we’ve walked in snow

to fight the ice

existing on

the shadow line

we burn ourselves

to feed the light!

From the gold of the heaven thrones

from the steel of the heathen swords

they will merge what is right and wrong

and forge perfection in this world

From the ashes of ancient tombs

to the glitter of golden domes

they’ll unfold the words untold

and bring perfection in this world

of darkness and pain

In the flames of a million pyres

in the heat of a thousand fires

they will shine and they will die

deemed heresy their word

from the gold of the heaven thrones

to the circles of ancient stones

they will change what is right and wrong

and forge perfection in this world

Bound to the earth and led to fly

living and everdying

hated and doomed to the fire

keepers of the flame