Grave Sands of Shyish - A Warhammer Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Age of Sigmar | Mortal Realms

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #warhammer3 #totalwarwarhammer3 #warhammerageofsigmar #warhammeraos #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammermusic #aimusic Lyrics: Beyond the last pale lantern, where the mortal heavens cease, There lies a realm of endings where the dead await release. The violet sky is darkening, the silver moons dead by His will, And every road grows colder as it climbs the graveyard hill. Oh, the Amethyst Wind is rising, Through the crypts and through the graves, It carries every name away And whispers them again. (Grave-Sands of Shyish,) Black ashes of fallen empires, Memories of what had been, Blow away in the wind, The wind of the wails of the dying, (The Grave-Sands of Shyish.) For all journeys must end here, (Grave-Sands of Shyish,) All roads lead to Him. (The Grave God of Shyish.) I heard a thousand kingdoms in the dust beneath my feet, A thousand final prayers where the living and dead doth meet. Some dreamed of golden gardens, some of caverns carved in stone, But every dream grows silent when He takes what He's owed. Oh, the Amethyst Wind is calling, From the sepulchre below, It knows the hour of every heart, It knows where all must go. (Grave-Sands of Shyish,) Black ashes of fallen empires, Memories of what had been, Blow away in the wind, The wind of the wails of the dying, (The Grave-Sands of Shyish.) For all journeys must end here, (Grave-Sands of Shyish,) All roads lead to Him. (The Grave God of Shyish.) There are cities without dawnlight, there are seas without shore, There are kingdoms built from memories of those that live no more. The dead walk through their old homes, through halls they can't recall, While distant bells of nothing toll beneath the Nadir's pall. And somewhere in the darkness, where the realm bends inward still, A throne of bone and silence waits beyond that final hill. The crowns of forgotten monarchs lie shattered in these sands, And every soul that wanders knows whose shadow rules this land. (Grave-Sands of Shyish,) Black ashes of fallen empires, Memories of what had been, Blow away in the wind, The wind of the wails of the dying, (The Grave-Sands of Shyish.) So bury the crown. Let the empire fall. Let the names fade from the stone. The wind will take them all. For all journeys must end here. And all roads lead to Him.