Orb Of Man — Keep Of Kalessin

Walking the dying orb of man An empty path , blinded: fear Unable to speak the tongue of wrath Deaf to words not spoken in crowd

Nameless centuries Still underneath I am so alien to you Shut were those fragile eyes During all these starlit nights

Hearing the dying prayer Of a man His pity words disgust me ...who are you too speak Whose mind (is) in chains You never walked alone Tasted sour wine

Warriors like me -The wicked kind Hand of mans demise Darken spirits Asleep for so long It is time to open our eyes