Seven Trumpets Lyrics - Manilla Road

The whirlwind howls my name 

My mind soars across the planes 

The blood upon the stone 

Dried ages ago 

And the gods are sleeping 

No one left to bow before 

Our race has lost it's way 

Temples lye in decay 

Belial in his lair 

Awaits the trumpets blare 

And the gods are sleeping 

No one left to hear our prayers 

The ancient gods are waiting for the call 

From the seven trumpets of Altamont 

The seas will churn the dead shall rise again 

The serpent shall be loosed the rivers all run red 

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Lords of the lihght awake 

Rise up unto your fate 

Belial's horde awaits 

Open the ancient gates 

Sounding the horns of war 

It's what you've waited for 

Rise up and sleep no more 

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