Acheron

Oh, towers of the shining walls, Oh, ancients of the skies Shattered shields on the ground, Warriors, hear the battlecry Many are died on the Bloodstained altars of hungry gods Thy wisdom has lost, The golden helmet has fallen To the dust... Cold win

Darkness slowly diseased the skies A treshhold unveiled to the fields of Elysium The storms set in – a wall of wind tamed by Charon to open the path To the blackened gates of damnation The sordid god – the keeper of souls With silver coins placed eye