The Crimson Proof Lyrics

In the far lands, whispered tales of mythic might.
Roaming panther stalking far from light.
It's crimson: the proof of mortal deeds.
To bring death to every foe even gods will bleed.
And with bestial force, heavens cloven lie.
The gates are rent before the halls of angels doomed to die.
Far-flung wand'ring heel,
war-sung songs-of-steel.
Fabled violent shade.
Crimson legend-blade.