I can recall the sweet symphonies of my lost side  She filled my dreams with the enchanting aura  But the sweet days of delight were buried in dust  On the battle fields of the unholy hordes    Sometimes blood paints all to black...and we can’t see all the colours  Sometimes the blood of faith stains our hands...and fills the grail of  unholy    I can feel the warmth of those brightest nights  But the shadows still haunt my heart  Over and over again I can see her dying in my arms  Can I ever gather the shivers of my past?    Sometimes blood paints all to black...and we can’t see all the colours  Sometimes the blood of faith stains our hands...and paints the soil of  unholy    Kill...or be killed...  For your roots...and this land...  Live...for the Ancient ones...  Blood of faith...stains my hands    Now my long night is over and the flames witness the new dawn  I’m on the northern throne all alone  Once again I’m here to face my painful past...  Without my queen of the northern star    Sometimes blood paints all to black...and we can’t see all the colours  Sometimes the blood of faith stains our hands...and fills the grail of  unholy    Kill...or be killed...  For your roots...and this land...  Live...for the Ancient ones...  Blood of faith...stains my hands