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