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 ...