Borknagar - Rivalry Of Phantoms

The tide of the substances
Furious force, a stunning course
A war unbroken
Itґs 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 sinnerґs kind
Damnation groan, hear the call

The tide of the substance, spins in the core
Like a furious force kept stunning beyond
Itґs the coil of the combining ends
The dawn of the random fall

I summon the rivers the oceanґs 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