Disciples Of The Iron Crown (Atlantean Kodex)

Over the land there lies a shadow Westward reaching wings of darkness The tower trembles To the tombs of kings Doom approaches The dead are awake And the day when the tyrant is rising Shall be the day when the gate will appear And the dead will march from black mountain To take back what is rightfully ours The iron crown And the time has come for the oath-breakers At the Devil's Stone of Vilseck They shall stand again And hear there a horn In the hills it shall be ringing From the grey twilight To rouse the forgotten people Disciples of the iron crown And the day when the tyrant is rising Shall be the day when the gate will appear And the dead will march from black mountain To take back what is rightfully ours The iron crown