1. THE CORONATION

(Instrumental)


2. DREAMING SPIRE

Heavy footfalls echo amidst the hollow passages,
Troubled, yet firm steps gracing the emptiness.
In the flickering light of a torch
A hooded silhouette traverses these halls.

Myriad of ebon steps await him
To ascend this gnarled spire.
Croaking under the weight of grim tidings,
Scaling unwavering to warn his master.

Awake!
Take Flight!
On ebon wings you'll fly,
Flee from the Dreaming Spire.
Stormclouds gather in the east,
Heralding your doom,
From the freezing mist they emerge
With crimson banners and
Spears agleam in the pale moonlight.

- "Your Majesty! Lord of the everlasting sky!"
The Dragonlord lies still atop his obsidian throne,
While the freezing cold bites deep, down to their bones.

The march of the Crimson Legion
Rouses these desolate lands,
Even the blue ice beneath
The ash groans in pain in the distance.

Flickering pale blue ghostly flames lit anew,
In the cast-iron braziers of this barren hall,
The will of the Dragonlord breaks free from its icy haze,
His dreary eyes reflecting the lights still radiating grace.

For the glory of my ice-bound kingdom,
I stand guard once more.

The barbarian hordes sweep across the land,
Marching towards the Dreaming Spire,
The mountains echo the chants of war.
While the horizon glares with fire.

Bodies of grim warriors litter the plain.
White snow painted with pools of crimson stain.
A lifeless body, a gargantuan beast
Lying still amidst the corpses of the slain.

And
The legend of the Dreaming Spire shall
Be encased in the ice, forever!


3. CRIMSON GATES

For so long
I've roamed these endless wastes
I, scion of ancient kings
I, protector of eldritch lore
Invoker of the outer dark
Swordbearer highlord.

An odyssey of an ancient quest
Led me to these forlorn lands
Blue sun looms over ruffled waves
In the shadow of the Crimson Gates

Forsaken by the brooding gods
I shall seek the knowledge lost
Thwarted by the threads of fate
I'll still return through the Crimson Gates

For so long
I've dreamt of this ancient plane
I've seen it in the visions of the slain
As the rightful ruler of the Ruby Throne
I'll vanquish all my foes and revel in their doom

Rex Draconis!
Sanguis Dracones!

As I stride broodingly
Atop my regal ship
Arcane winds I conjured
By demonic powers
Aided by allies unseen
Beings wrought of primal winds
I call upon the chaosborn
To strengthen my lithe frame

An odyssey of an ancient quest
Led me to these forlorn lands
Blue sun looms over ruffled waves
In the shadow of the Crimson Gates

Forsaken by the brooding gods
I shall seek the knowledge lost
Thwarted by the threads of fate
I returned across the Crimson Gates


4. ATLANTEAN SWORD

Ere the world dreamt its primordial dream
Elder gods dwelt upon this secluded peak
Here, at the summit of this otherwordly realm
Lies a blade, a remnant of the Atlantean age.

Forged in times of ancient past
Wrought of gleaming steel
Tempered in arcane fire
By the runecarvers' zeal.
Its hilt wrapped in dragonhide
Adorned with silver rings,
Enchanted by the grim spells
Of sorcerer-kings.

Behold!
At last the command is mine,
I shall march with the legions,
And claim this sword, it shall be mine.

Banners have now gathered
As far as the eyes can see
Warriors sterner than the ice
Hone their skills, for carnage comes.
Sounds of anvils echo
Amidst these grim snowy peaks
The dark oracle casts his runes
And augurs our destiny

Warriors of the Empire!
Kneel before the might of his supreme majesty.

Upon the tallest peak
Ahrouded by everlasting fog
Old guardians come to life
Animated from the stone
By an ancient oath

The guardians are taken aback
Repelled by the warriors' zeal
The blaring clanks of steel on stone
Are soon followed by dead silence,
His majesty stands alone.