Lord Goblin - Northern Skyline

The skyline looms, a warning of the past
Where ancients' tech is buried, waiting to be cast
Beasts made of metal, waiting to breathe
A threat to the modern world, an impending wreathe

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns

The rain beats down, a drumming of the end
The winds howl a chorus, of a tale to be penned
A story of the ancients, their gift from the north
A legacy of war, a destructive force

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns

Forgotten knowledge, unleashed by a roar
The power of the ancients, unlocked forever more
The northern skies aglow, with the fire of the past
The ultimate destruction, that nothing can outlast

From the northern skies, the ancients' might returns
With gears and cogs a-whirring, a sight that forever burns
Their engines of death, the harbingers of war
Feared by all below, machines start to roar

Written by:
Marco Piu

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