From Ruins of the Ancient Dark Ages

In darkness the hope of men was forged in steel
Courage, wisdom and wrath embraced the heart of pagan kings
Under raging storms they marched
Under the sign of ravens they wandered...

The whisper of arrows through the golden horizon
Dance of the swords consuming lives
The clash of the axes against wooden shields
Feeding the ravens across bloody battlefields

Bravery and hope opened new paths
Leading the will of Gods, the will of men

Narrative I:
The seeds were sowed for a hateful existence
Leaving behind a path of blood
Ascension and fall of ruthless empires
Immortal memories would cross long dark centuries

Haunting the present like ghosts in the fog
Flame of triumph, patiently forged the time

Narrative II:
With warchants and blood our history was written
Deeds of bravery marched to the hands of fate
As virtue of worthy men approaches once again
From ruins of the ancient dark ages

I feel the oceans raging
The wrath of the cold winds

The whisper of arrows through the golden horizon
Dance of the swords consuming lives
The clash of the axes against wooden shields
Feeding the ravens across bloody battlefields

In darkness the hope of men was forged in steel
Courage, wisdom and wrath embraced the heart of pagan kings
Under raging storms they marched
Under the sign of ravens they wandered...