Scrolls of the Shadowland Lyrics

The grim force set sail into a world of magic.
Where wastelands were blue-soaked, in the capes of the mountains.

With a hunger as great
As the most ancient of daggers.
Six were the days
To be ended on the seventh night.

As it stepped into the shadowland grass began to grow.
A storm blew with a bliss - accomplishing the serpent's kiss.

With a hunger as great
As the most ancient of daggers.
Six were the days
To be ended on the seventh night.

With blood like the noblest of red.
And with a purpose yet unknown to any dimension,
Set her eyes on fire for ultimate visions to discover.
Her lips touched the ground and became Death and his bride.

The grim force set sail into a world of magic.
Where wastelands were blue-soaked, in the capes of the mountains