Журба Lyrics & Chords By Zgard

From his high and darkest throne, He broods his own revenge alone. Fires, smokes and creepy lands, Orcs arise from his hands. Master! Master! Ready to serve your dark...read more

We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below...read more

Have you ever thought of sand of your life? When the routine, your fistful is hollow through the fingers Inexorably placing down every grain...read more

Summer is the hottest every year Every Winter, there's a different sky Every Spring, there's a different sky Every sunrise just feels so right Summer is the hottest every year ...read more

Upon the mountain, within the fog Lies a spirit who sings a song He lures men up his wicked peaks Then casts his wrath for the blood he seeks The pride of men, he takes away ...read more