Your god isn't here- she is dead
Crushed by your prophes of dread
Death-fire, mist, blood and wine
Torn like a rose from the vine
So you run to the hills to divine
What is left of your fortune and find
Victory is mine underneath a savage sky
Victory is mine from the darkness I have won, oh
Sad ghosts of old victories
Come crowding the fields where cleaved
Locked in immortal embrace
Handsome as Death's Iron face
I will run to the hills where you hide
Seeking vengeance for all of my kind
Victory is mine by the hammer and the nine
Victory is mine from the mountains to the sea
Victory is mine noble tears and kingly pride
Victory is mine under shadows I will fly
The thunder meets at twilight by the serpentine
No blood running in these veins
Just the blackened ice of the river Styx
Swirling through a heart of stone
Victory is mine underneath a savage sky
Victory is mine by the power and the sign
Victory is mine final darkness, kingdoms fall
Victory is mine under darkness, I am all
Oh Emalaith, oh Emalaith,
Sworn by the light of the moon
I will be here with you soon
Victory is mine
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