Markland (The Hammer Fades)

In this land of woods, where the trees stretch far down to the waves
In the coldest of nights, in our darkest dreams, the One-Eye stares
Our souls cast down, like fallen stars, lost like rain in the endless sea
We search for meaning long forgotten, its memory, a shadow on our hearts.

When our heathen home, turns away from our father's wisdom
When our daughter's eyes, no longer shine like the deep blue skies
When our sons cower, before the dark southern shadow
When our mothers drown their young, lest they become as gods.

The northern sun set long ago, the throne has turned to dust
The horn has long since called her song, the battle long since lost.

The golden hall no longer shines, the ravens fly no more
The worm poisoned the sky above, the wolf swallowed the sun.

Markland... Our dream across the waves
The hammer... It fades
The gods they sail away
The hammer... It fades... No...