The Last Heights Songtext
von Immorgon
The Last Heights Songtext
Born from the deep bowels of death
Living for the greatness of our blood
Standing
In the heights of the old
Facing The wind
Yearning for a noble end
A lifetime
Making this breed grow
The winter of Life
The end of a path
They will never be a charge
The winter of life
The end of a path
A fall to a certain death
Whacking the rocks
Knocking the doors of Valhall
Entering the halls
With a silver crown of pride
Standing
In the heights of the old
Facing The wind
Yearning for a noble end
A lifetime
Making this breed grow
The winter of life
The end of a path
They will never be a charge
The winter of life
The end of a path
A fall to a certain death
Living for the greatness of our blood
Standing
In the heights of the old
Facing The wind
Yearning for a noble end
A lifetime
Making this breed grow
The winter of Life
The end of a path
They will never be a charge
The winter of life
The end of a path
A fall to a certain death
Whacking the rocks
Knocking the doors of Valhall
Entering the halls
With a silver crown of pride
Standing
In the heights of the old
Facing The wind
Yearning for a noble end
A lifetime
Making this breed grow
The winter of life
The end of a path
They will never be a charge
The winter of life
The end of a path
A fall to a certain death
Writer(s): Axel Jordana Cruellas, Carlos Jiménez Pino, Joan De Ros Gotsens, Steve Gamester Marfil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
