THE GATHERING THE NIGHT BEFORE    Time has come  The dawn shall see us off again  Glory rides  The star shall be our watching guide  We know  God is ready  And he's willing  To fill our veins it takes my mind away  Hot sun  Splitting thunder  Deafening  Violent storms  We sail atop the highest waves in search of our viking gold  And turn our backs into the night  We sail into the night    As the mighty desert wind blows through the mountains  Still she sails our trusty ship across the sea  And we raise our glasses high to this good life  See our torches brandish light upon the free    Cowards running to the hills no courage in their eyes  Shadowed terrors prey on them no mercy in their eyes  Their battle's over long before they have a chance to pray  But we shall stand steadfast our ground  Unmoved through the day    Let us drink to the spirit  That has given us the power  To rule with the mightiest of swords  Through all of the  Land    VOYAGE;    DEAD CALM;    APPROACHING STORM;    Our ship now listless drifting aimlessly through the tide  This calm before the storm screams over high  This must be madness cause the sky is growing blacker  Than the shadow of a dead star in regression of it's power  If the darkness that sorrounds you leaves you nowhere you can run to  I implore you fall down to your knees  And pray these tentacles released their grip    STORM;    Well you and I do not belong here  Will we return  I cannot believe  Strong winds  Twisting and tearing our sails off  I'm hiding my eyes  You are fading away    ENCHANTMENT;    LEGEND;    Misfortune paints their lonely story  A thousand years shall endure  Unfold the tale of that dark day  Their mystics ship so far from sure    They sailed away  Into  Another sea  A mystery  To us all  Beware the waves  You sail upon  In ships so strong  It is our belief  This story's true    Typed by: Ludwig