The haze above these forests   the crest beyond the dale   carved in stone by aeons      Pale and mighty glow the mountains   across a sleeping world   guarding over endless chains of blackened crowns      The wheel of fate has bound us to these valleys   Across those highlands I will walk   The tidal wave will never reach our landscape   Across those highlands I will walk      Saddle the horse and sharpen the blades   The boundaries of conspired pacts must stand against the hordes   Drenched in blood, in grimly rage we judge   the scum in front of our walls must fall one by one      The wheel of fate has bound us to these valleys   Across those highlands I will walk   The tidal wave will never reach our landscape   Across those highlands I will walk      Across those highlands I will walk