Basilisk
Kvaen
4:05On snow capped ridge I stand Well trodden by those before me With might of self-conjuration Into the fields of equilibrium I tread Enter darkness with sword at hand Guided by wandering moon Oh, honed blade of the enchantress Deliver me from eternal slumber's reach Grasp the blade and hold it near It shall serve to ensure you safe passage Enchanted steel forged in fires of might Quenched in the blood of the enchantress Thorns of transformation tear at flesh As I traverse the forbidden pathway I emerge from the depth of tumultuousness As dawn's rays sear newfound flesh A power to behold A relic of times no more A wisdom to unfold Cherish the sacred blade Grasp the blade and hold it near It shall serve to ensure you safe passage Enchanted steel forged in fires of might Quenched in the blood of the enchantress Grasp the blade and hold it near It shall serve to ensure you safe passage Enchanted steel forged in fires of might Quenched in the blood of the enchantress