I see through the veil of time
I see the threads spun by the maidens
I see light where others see but darkness
I see the future as I've lived the past

Oh, Bructerian prophetess
Foresight is what we seek
Visions of times to come
Will the gods deal us defeat?

Will we dine in the other world
Or live yet another day
As free men, unchained
Liberated from their rule?

Sleep is dreaming of times to come
While I dream, weavers are waking
The rope they wind is what I know
Through my wisdom, truth is told

I see victory at hand
I see their inglorious defeat
I see ravens circling
I see them feasting on their meat

The time had come to seek our fate,
to rule or die for this land
With sword in hand, we rage on
Storm of steel; a sea of blood

Sword dew drenched the soil
as the dance of blades went on
Hear the cries of those subdued
Harvest of eagles and wolves

Sleep is dreaming of times to come
While I dream, weavers are waking
The rope they wind is what I know
Through my wisdom, truth is told