Burn the Kings - Isvind

High in the mountains, deep in the woods

Old spirits, regents of the fields

Fire across the land, all living must face the end

Only kinsg remain, lifeless, mighty, walking

The ground trembles so mountains fall

The landscape is gone, they call it their home

Under the sea, over the horizon

There can be no one left

The sky opens, a fiery doom

The air melts, time to leave