Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast   Gathered again after their journeys in solitude   Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow's Land   Returned from far away lands to rise the !justspoken prince      Darkening skies obliviate the moon   Winds of power sing in the trees   A thunder's echo sleeps in the mountains   Breaks free from the Gallow's Land, four roads in gold      Through the dripping blood of the unborn's eyes   Shows powers of his wisdom and the regal trust   Approaching with thunder, the four corners of the world   To join his birth in Velvet, the Pillorian Age      Thunder in the Gallow's Land   The birth of a king      Through the dripping blood of the unborn's hands   Shows the purity of darkness and the warmth of the ice   Throughout the muddy fields the horizons come close   Provoking the winds and draining the skies... Lightning!!!      They who wander the roads of gold   To experience the Antarct's unfold   Each one with a gift for him to bear   Soil, Water, Fire & Air      Here where the sand has no taste   Here where blood has no worth   Here inbetween the corners of the world   Here my son, rise the existential sword      They who wander the roads of gold   To experience the Antarct's unfold   Each one with a gift for him to bear   Soil, Water, Fire & Air