Into the starborn skies we gaze
Bearers of lost vision
Cries of the wind howling in pain
The eve of bliss comes to an end
While we lay in moss covered ground
Arcane lights dance and flicker
In darksome lands afar from home
The chants of war awake
The scent of battle approaches
Diluted with sorrow and woe
Soon to come is our fate
Swimming across time our foes
Nocturnal beings, warriors of the night
We stand tall, in the majesty of our might
Far in the lands where no man dwells
Deep into the darkwoods we fell
As the damp soil touches our feet
Roaming towards the bleak sun
Soon we'll meet
Into barren wastelands we shall ride
Run into battle, our heads help up high
Not this dawn, no we shall not flee
Storming across the lands
You'll fall down to your knees
Trembling before the dark days to come
As time takes its toll
When we become our own hate
Death or victory our only shelter