Marching Homeward (Atlantean Kodex)

Foreboding mountains, threatening skies Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies Ten years have passed now, since we left home The green hills of my country, soon my weary eyes shall see again From the black mountain a cold wind blows Standing stones along our path bear marks of ancient runes Midst howling gales pounding of drums Whisper turn to battlecries chaos soon will rise Beneath the black mountain we're lead astray Never to see our home again Beneath the black mountain our journey ends Never to see our home again Black folk of the mountains, watching our flock Dark shapes are moving twist trees and barren rock Green feathered arrows take down the steeds Thrown into the dust, we will journey to the island of the dead Blessed be the old gods, sacred warrior hordes Blue their painted faces, the clash of bronze swords Dark invocations grant eldritch strength Bloodshed for the blood god, we are dying in this godforsaken land Led to black mountains into the caves Never to see our home again Living and captive die in decay Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved Unspoken terrors lurk in the night Chaos, doom and sacrifice await Grotesque idols out of times before the light Torture, death and slavery our fate Led to black mountains into the caves Never to see our home again Living and captive die in decay Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved Beneath the black mountain we're lead astray Never to see our home again Beneath the black mountain our journey ends Never to see our home again