Legions Of The Empire — Forlorn

Raven shadow, shine on them Given them the strength of the anciente Given them wings, blessed be This undead disharmony

Dark moon, old as death Virgins, pure as snow Fullmoon's sweet breath Ride the undead

Dive into battles with pride Merge with a battery of spells Army of apocalypse To the end of history we ride To the source of power To breed legions of our own

Dark moon, old as death Virgins, pure as snow Fullmoon's sweet breath Ride the undead

Arise

Behold you are the warriors That will gather galaxies to th throne Fulfill with dignity

Dark moon, old as death Virgins, pure as snow Fullmoon's sweet breath Ride the undead