Shadows of the Old Gods

Whispers of the ancient, voices of the deep

In the darkness they awaken, secrets they keep

Battle cry of the fallen, shadows on the rise

Gothic echoes ringing as the old world cries

In the cold of night, beneath the starless sky

Viking spirits call, as the Mongolian thrums fly

Darkened halls of power, corrupt and bare

We walk in birth suits, stripped to our bare

Against the leaders, against the lies

Ancient voices, how they rise

Echoes of a thousand years

Fighting now, shedding tears

In the darkness, we scream and roar

Old gods whisper, legends soar

Slow and heavy, like the storm

In the night, we are reborn

Throat singing battles, fierce and raw

Darkening skies, without a flaw

T-shirts for votes, but truth's the cost

In the chaos, what’s lost?

So cry out, in the primal sound

In this darkness, we're unbound

Voices clash, and shadows play

In the ancient, dark ballet