Blood Stained Sea

Under the seven mountains of the furthest North

In the womb of ice, the deepest core

Rest in peace my dear old friend

Till the day they will repent

By the profane power of the sleeping one

Let the final harvest come

The seed of tar was sown in ice

Sprout and grew through the deepest white

Kiss of grace from the fallen king

Bend a rose for the unforgiven

Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one

‘The beast inside, the sleeping son

We are only waiting for the day when the blood

Now it's time for the frozen one

To face the cries from hell...

And those haunting dreams...Too real to me

Music

The seed of tar was sown in ice

Sprout and grew through the deepest white

Kiss of grace from the fallen king

Bend a rose for the unforgiven

Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one

‘The beast inside, the sleeping son

We are only waiting for the day when the blood

Now it's time for the frozen one

To face the cries from hell...

And those haunting dreams...

Music

Now it’s time to awaken the fallen one

‘The beast inside, the sleeping son

We are only waiting for the day when the blood

Now it's time for the frozen one

To face the cries from hell...

And those haunting dreams...