Whispers of Destiny

Veiled by shadowed mists of doom A tale of rage and war's perfume Endless battles, cries resound Of heroes lost and courage found Darkened skies, the legends loom From ancient earth, the warriors' tomb Iron wills, they clash and spark O'er fields where death's hounds keen and bark Mighty swords held by the damned Singing sagas, blood-stained hands Shields are shattered, spears impale A mournful, grim, and ghostly wail Mist-wreathed mountains echo cries Whispers of the fallen rise Wraiths of mist and frost entwined Echoes of a ghostly kind Choirs of the damned resound Through the night, a haunting sound Through elder forests, shadows sway An odyssey beneath the moon's pale gaze Torchlit processions of the arcane A lore of trials, where gods play their games Spectral armies march once more Underneath the starlit dome Beneath the veil of darkest night A phantom force, prepared to fight Seers divine in trance's hold The coming storm, the future told The clash of titans shakes the earth In fires of creation, a new world's birth By the hearth of gods, a whispered lore Divine in anger, the tempest's roar Sword against fate, their echoes thrall In halls of Valhalla, where shadows fall [Verse 2] Epic chants, the olden kin Forged in fire and dragon's sin Stars bear witness, plight of men Woven in the web of fate's own pen Enchanted whispers, long forsaken By the gods above, the earth is shaken Silent fury, battles rage Scripted in the blood on history's page