Aeternus

my pale soul on one of my bold mountains shines under
my moon i hold my torch high i stand up against my
black sky glow in the light of the moon more and more
as the unpure blood the skulls in my belt so does my
sword runs off and down on my bold strong mountain
if runs my mountain drinks it calls the rain it calls
my father brutally they come deep into my pale soul
as thunder they slam their powers i scream in pain
and lust my wind brings the rain from my mighty oceans
i scream and laugh my black sky is still clear under
my moon as i dance the dance of war in my storm on
one of my seven mountains