
Son Of The White Mare
Destrukt
The Ascent (EP) • 2023
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Lyrics
Solo / Ravenheart
The flame dies in her eye
He takes a last glimpse at her
To hold the strenght to conqver
He has become a matricide
It's time
The sorrow in his heart is aching
The recall of a lullaby
She will sing no more
His arm
On the guard of his sword is rising
It shall never ever leave his side
Chorus
The mighty power, he can hold it
The Son of the White Mare
The one they call Treeshaker
The highest peak, he could climb it
The Son of the White Mare
On his way to conqver
Solo / Karburator
The first born son can shape the stone
From a swap of his hand
The second son, he bends a metal
As sharp as his will
This time
Instead of one they are three
Onward to the underworld to defeat tyranny
Their hearts
They may not be as pure as they should be
Yet the land from its chains must be freed
Chorus
Those are times of sorrow
Those are times of rebirth
From a single spark, his light will shine so bright
Brighter and brighter, the sword rises and falls
The echos of battle resounds in the halls
Coloring that day that shall be remembered
Three tremendous tytans fall down to their knees
From their ursurped castles they give him the keys
Behold! Here's comes the king, here comes the king, here comes the king, HERE COMES THE KING
The old father among the wise
He shall rule under the stars
Not a ruler nor a king
Treeshaker among his kind lives in peace
Loved by all in his hall of silver and gold
Solo / Ravenheart
Chorus
The mighty power, he can hold it
The Son of the White Mare
The one they call Treeshaker
The highest peak, he could climb it
The Son of the White Mare
On his way to conqver
The flame dies in her eye
He takes a last glimpse at her
To hold the strenght to conqver
He has become a matricide
It's time
The sorrow in his heart is aching
The recall of a lullaby
She will sing no more
His arm
On the guard of his sword is rising
It shall never ever leave his side
Chorus
The mighty power, he can hold it
The Son of the White Mare
The one they call Treeshaker
The highest peak, he could climb it
The Son of the White Mare
On his way to conqver
Solo / Karburator
The first born son can shape the stone
From a swap of his hand
The second son, he bends a metal
As sharp as his will
This time
Instead of one they are three
Onward to the underworld to defeat tyranny
Their hearts
They may not be as pure as they should be
Yet the land from its chains must be freed
Chorus
Those are times of sorrow
Those are times of rebirth
From a single spark, his light will shine so bright
Brighter and brighter, the sword rises and falls
The echos of battle resounds in the halls
Coloring that day that shall be remembered
Three tremendous tytans fall down to their knees
From their ursurped castles they give him the keys
Behold! Here's comes the king, here comes the king, here comes the king, HERE COMES THE KING
The old father among the wise
He shall rule under the stars
Not a ruler nor a king
Treeshaker among his kind lives in peace
Loved by all in his hall of silver and gold
Solo / Ravenheart
Chorus
The mighty power, he can hold it
The Son of the White Mare
The one they call Treeshaker
The highest peak, he could climb it
The Son of the White Mare
On his way to conqver
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