Rivalry Of Phantoms

Borknagar

The tide of the substances

Furious force, a stunning course

A war unbroken

It's the coil of the combining ends

The dawn of the random fall



I summon the winter, the autumns son

The way of those, the way of mine

I summon the winds, the rage of storms

My way is for those, the sinner?s kind

Damnation groan, hear the call



The tide of the substance, spins in the core

Like a furious force kept stunning beyond

It's the coil of the combining ends

The dawn of the random fall



I summon the rivers the ocean?s son

The way of those the way of mine

I summon the motion, the presence of time

My way is for those, the sinners kind



Beware the sight of those

Those who were my sight

Beware the hate of those

Who rivals as the storms

Who storms as rivals

At the plains, in the havoc

The rivalry of phantoms



The erosion is my war, die you may

The wind i my passion. Utterly you weep

The rivers are my blood, drown you may

The wind is my passion, the passion to fight