Torchlight in utter darkness
Starts licking wood with its deadly tongue
In
Up from the North we come
From the land of a
I wake up in shivers of cold
On a chilly sunny
He wandered through landscapes painted
Green by forests and blue by
Two eyes in darkness like two burning fires
Still cold as
On the top of the Falconhill...
I was standing surrounded by
In the midst of the dead earth up through the
Strenghtened bravemen hearts
Ride with the pale moon
Reach for the source
The battle of the giants was raging
The Earth tried to