Ezerath - In a Gale of Inferno Lyrics

So I guess this is farewell, may you Rest in Peace

I have vowed to find a companion of your approval
One that shares your gracious heart
Your charming smile, and undeniable fealty

I will help guide my father, Wryth, as he helped guide you
Maneuvering through the fields of madness
Or the celebration and triumph of great riches afar

Watch over me, from above the clouds, shelter me in times of darkness
Be my warden in times of chaos, in times when the sun doesn't rise
And when the moon doesn't glow
I can feel the winds of change, they are shaping, forming and evolving
Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, in a gale of inferno

Watch over me, from above the clouds, shelter me in times of darkness
Be my warden in times of chaos, in times when the sun doesn't rise
And when the moon doesn't glow
I can feel the winds of change, they are shaping, forming and evolving
Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, in a gale of inferno

Something deep from within, pulling on the strings of my senses
Blurred visions and faint voices, of a future not so distant
The calm and chilling waters, of a Stygian Baptism

Farwell Alton, may you Rest in Peace

So I guess this is farewell, may you Rest in Peace

I have vowed to find a companion of your approval
One that shares your gracious heart
Your charming smile, and undeniable fealty

I will help guide my father, Wryth, as he helped guide you
Maneuvering through the fields of madness
Or the celebration and triumph of great riches afar

Watch over me, from above the clouds, shelter me in times of darkness
Be my warden in times of chaos, in times when the sun doesn't rise
And when the moon doesn't glow
I can feel the winds of change, they are shaping, forming and evolving
Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, in a gale of inferno

Watch over me, from above the clouds, shelter me in times of darkness
Be my warden in times of chaos, in times when the sun doesn't rise
And when the moon doesn't glow
I can feel the winds of change, they are shaping, forming and evolving
Leaving Gnara stained forevermore, in a gale of inferno

Something deep from within, pulling on the strings of my senses
Blurred visions and faint voices, of a future not so distant
The calm and chilling waters, of a Stygian Baptism

Farwell Alton, may you Rest in Peace