A cold tide has taken this land
And thus we arise to make this stand

Rivers hath spawned
The savior of man
He bears the mark of heron
In his hand

Born of the dragon mount
In avendorsa's shade
He will bring the spear of "swiswai"
The soul-blightrers blade

"Callendor"
He swore
"We march to kill the dark lord"
The dread lords
Bring fire
To this darkness

Fire
Nothing can save you now
Inhale the disease

His armies come from dark shores
This is the charge of the dark god

He will bring suffering and pain
The "Ashaman" arise

The mist has taken this land
Leaving nothing behind
Nightmares from another age
Don't speak a word or he will find you

So blow me a kiss
To the skies dressed in flames
But none shall return
For mine is the last for all mortal flesh

I've gazed into the abyss
And felt the ever dark
Hunted by eyeless "Myrdraall"
The unseen spirits of the night

I am
The laughter
At the edge of death
For behold
Life is immortal
Because the living must die
Sing and cry out
You are mine to wield
You're mine

So blow me a kiss
To the skies dressed in flames
But none shall return
For mine is the last for all mortal flesh