It was a stormy night of winter, the wind was
cold and the moon was full
The warriors of the Tyrant's army attacked
the village and slaughtered
our mothers, fathers, wives and sons
In the silence of our decimated tribe, we were alive; The brothers were alive
Our memories were on fire under the sea of Maganst
"Earth, drink our tears of blood"
Mutilated corpses in our head, we ran away
Through the dephts of the dark forest we wan-
dered, and fell in a dream of sorrow
The next morning, awaked by the coldness of the dawn
Some ravens encircled us and Ath the biggest
came near us
The talked to our soul in a very eerie tongue
And we could understand the ancients words of
the messenger of Dwarfh
Ancient nation of a dying realm, we hear your
song, she's flying in the wind
Oh... you'll never see the child
In the deepest sorrow, your tears are flowing
in your wounds
Oh... you'll never see the child
Deep in the realm of Frostthrone, let the blood
on the ground
Oh... we are the children
War ! Revenge's day has come, let's spill the blood of the bastard
In front of us the vast towers of the Maganst"s castle pierced the
noctural beauty of the strarry sky
The rays of the fullmoon enlighted the sinister
gargoyles of stones
Power in our eyes, hate and blood in our veins
We were in the last battle
In honnour of our tribe and gods
We praised the steel of our mighty sword
Excited by the view of this bloody carnage
The wolves hawled on the moutain of wisdom
Mistress of the mist, recieved all the dead
In the land of eternal twilight
We saw a great gap in the ground
Mother earth, recieved all the corpses
War !
Revenge's day has come, let's spill the blood of
the bastard
Human flesh on steel
Ancient nation we heard your song
We had your life in our veins
In memory of our cult, we crushed
War !
The domain beyond the stars,
Forest, land and sea beyond hate
Cryed from freedom
Fathers ! From your mighty world
Fathers ! We saw your tears of gold
Messengers in the night ! We saw your drawing in the sky
Wolves ! We heard your song beyond the montains
We eternally danced on the ruins, in a land of wisdom
In the name of forests
In the name of stars
In the name of all the stars
In the name of storms
We praised the magical knowledge
We were on the way of the blood and fire
With a sea of corpses in the valley
In memory of our tribe we were alive
Proud sons of ancient nation
Proud sons of sacred song in the wind
Proud sons behind a mirror of ice who told
"Fathers of the Icy Age"
... In remembrance ...