Fathers ! From your mighty world
Fathers ! We saw your tears of gold
Messengers in the night ! We saw your drawing in the sky
Wolves ! We heard your song beyond the montains
We eternally danced on the ruins, in a land of wisdom
In the name of forests
In the name of stars
In the name of all the stars
In the name of storms
We praised the magical knowledge
We were on the way of the blood and fire
With a sea of corpses in the valley
In memory of our tribe we were alive
Proud sons of ancient nation
Proud sons of sacred song in the wind
Proud sons behind a mirror of ice who told
"Fathers of the Icy Age"
... In remembrance ... |
