Lord of the Blackfields by Taramis Lyrics

Dark is the seed that grows from the ground;
Light is its harvest for death you are bound;
Time or life
Death and darkness
He calls awaiting me, his time has come
He has come taken the light from his soul
He's callin' from his hill
And callin' to his Lord
And darkness will take you
And darkness will take you away

His master awaits you
From the hillside he calls you
Lord of the Blackfields
His master awaits you
Lord of the Blackfields
His master awaits you
Lord of the Blackfields