Ancient Mastery - The Passage

On and on, through the night, mystic voices in the air
Spectral steps without sight, as the trial is drawing near
Into the dark, trembling with fear, now is the time to stand as one

Crimson lights led us here, follow them, so said the seer
Solid shapes, not just rocks, strangest figures, crescent tops
The moon guides our way, up to the peak, towards the throne, where monarchs preach

Kneel before the throne of the crescent lord
Behold the frozen kingdom and lay down your swords

We've reached the summit of Aztara
And the world lies at our feet
The sun comes up on the horizon
Brings back the call we're bound to heed

On and on through the night, cursed it is, forsaken site
Crescent lords, frozen kings, to hell with them and the curse they bring
The fog disappears, the sun lights our way, our spirits return this newborn day