The Wakening / Soulsword Lyrics

THE WAKENING (instrumental)

SOULSWORD

I feel the stirrings of the void in me
Ambition without power is lost
My soul is touched by gossamer-thin strings
A frozen, blackened spire fills my dreams
In the shadow of the Mountain Black, a cave
The call is buried deep inside
Guarded by the undead foe it waits
For the Chosen One to save

Trapped in steel, Untwain's soul
Waits for the one to hear his call
The prophecy, two become one whole
Before them both the world will fall

The summons fills my thoughts and dreams
Draws me to its core
March on, day and night, possessed
Towards my goal and destiny
Untwain's soul merges with my mind
It gives me power and sight
Dispose the foe and take what's mine by right
Untwain, blade of ebony

Trapped in steel, Untwain's soul
Waits for the one to hear his call
The prophecy, two become one whole
Before them both the world will fall

Gestalt of evil, Untwain and I
Blade of power, eyes of sight
Dominate all I see
To claim the world, my destiny