Breath from LEGIONER by NORTHEAVEN

Verse I
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea
When the blue wave nightly rolls.

Chorus
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed.

Verse II
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered.

Chorus
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed.

Bridge
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved – and for ever grew still!

• Metal
• alternative
• instrumental
• post-grunge
• post-metal
• post-rock
• Novorossiysk