Bornholm Acheron

Acheron Oh, towers of the shining walls, Oh, ancients of the skies Shattered shields on the ground, Warriors, hear the battlecry Many are died on the Bloodstained altars of hungry gods Thy wisdom has lost, The golden helmet has fallen To the dust... Cold winds blow through the Bronzen, halls, the olden columns Are resounding the war Torches blaze by the ancient graves The sirits howling by the light Of the moon Clash of the armouries becoming Faint, the darkness falls to the Emerald Thrones Fires burn in mourning hearts, Yor name will never fade... Acheron, The sky is red as I watch you fall Acheron, I remember the war, the forgotten Tombs of your kings Unnamable Gods are calling me From the past... Acheron, Unnamable Gods are calling me From the past... Acheron, I saw the flags of doom Rising high Acheron, The sky is red, as I watch you fall... I utter the name, the fires still burn, The fires of Acheron... Line-up: Vlad - vocals Astaroth - guitars, bass Ferenc Gyöngyösi - session drums Shot in Pilis, Hungary