歌词
(intro)
In the shadowed annals of time, a prophecy whispered through the veils of despair. Once every thousand years, the land shudders, and the very earth trembles under the weight of malevolence. From the abyss, a great evil claws its way into existence, gnawing at the frayed edges of reality. The skies darken, and hope withers like a frost-bitten rose.
(Verse 1)
In the quietude of forgotten tombs, Where dust and echoes weave their loom, A tale unfolds, inked in blood and woe, Of heroes bound by fate, their hearts aglow.
(Chorus)
“When shadows stretch their gnarled hands, And stars weep for lost lands, The call echoes across the realms, To arms, to arms, the dire helm!”
(Verse 2)
The blackened sun retreats, a cinder’s glow, As prophecy unfurls, its tendrils slow. From hamlet hearths to castle spires, Desperation fans the flames of dire.
(Chorus)
“When shadows stretch their gnarled hands, And stars weep for lost lands, The call echoes across the realms, To arms, to arms, the dire helm!”
(Bridge)
The bard’s lament weaves through the night, Of kingdoms crumbling, hope’s last light. Each hero bears a burden vast, Their souls entwined, their destinies cast.
(Chorus)
“When shadows stretch their gnarled hands, And stars weep for lost lands, The call echoes across the realms, To arms, to arms, the dire helm!”
(Final Verse)
In the heart of darkness, they converge, Warriors, mages, rogues—a desperate surge. Their laughter fades, replaced by dread, For this battle, my friend, is one we’ll all tread.
(Coda)
And so, the once-in-a-millennium dirge, A requiem for hope, a symphony of scourge, Resounds across the blood-soaked plain, Where valor meets despair, and heroes wane.
Remember, dear wanderer, when the stars align, When the moon weeps and the sun declines, The great evil stirs, and we heed the call, For in unity lies our last, desperate thrall.
“To arms, to arms, the dire helm!”
