Wrath from Ancestral Lands

Dark horizons shone with terrifying sign…
hundreds of flaming arrows enlightened the sky
Behold the fear stamped in the eyes of enemies...
blood and tears ran down through frozen streams.

Runes were carved in stones
Eternalizing the deeds of our forefathers

Proud men sailed across the sea so vast…
bringing hateful memories from the past
Horns sound amongst the chants of war...
announcing the coming of battlelines ashore

Runes were carved in stones
Eternalizing the deeds of our forefathers

They have been written our history
They have been forged our sovereignty
Now raging winds caress the dead trees, singing the men’s fate
And through furious dark storms nature sheds its hate

They have been written our history
They have been forged our sovereignty
And so the heavens scream in rage, bringing the smell of death
From the primeval ancestral lands an ancient wrath claims for revenge

Songs in march for triumph still echoes in our way
The old sons of the wasted lands remain wielding pride and courage.