Текст: Immortal. Sons Of Northern Darkness. Tyrants.

Armored horses, gloves of steel
Silver blades, time to reveal
We're the tyrants that guard the land

Proud upon our gilded thrones
Servants of the great ancestors
Who guarded the gates to infinity

Once kings of shadows
On these blackened fields
All might and domination
Ruled the realms of the above

In conquerable walls, weapon of might
Splendor and nobility, the barbaric times
We're the tyrants that guard the land

Proud upon our gilded thrones
The kings at hold at their throne
Immortal and invincible, the might lives on

Armies hovered across the lands
Here rolls the rivers of red
Beyond that has no man been

We're the tyrants
We're the tyrants

Armored horses, gloves of steel
Silver blades, time to reveal
We're the tyrants that guard the land

Proud upon our gilded thrones
Moments of time roll, deep within the mind
Thoughts roam free and endless
Remembering the tyrants time

We're the tyrants
We're the tyrants