Arghoslent Lyrics
"A Somber Warcry"

The sword holds memories

The clash of armored men

Lands which bred bravery

Strange ways to entice them

Arsenal of glory

Unconquered soldiery

The sword holds memories

The clash of armored men

Lands which bred bravery

Strange ways to entice them

Arsenal of glory

Unconquered soldiery

Profane century

Medieval victory

An honor that has been gone

I feel the scorn rush through me

The countless fallen heroes

Whom befouled their dignity

Profane century

Medieval century

Amongst the ruins of hoary castles

Powerful wreaths of incense rise

The wretched knights cull the emblems

To ride along their graceful mounts

Throughout the chamber the aura of hate

Habitually dispersed upon hammering steel

Their cascading blood ensured the kinship

Enthralled amid the somber warcry