It was a stormy night of winter, the wind was

cold and the moon was full

The warriors of the tyrant's army attacked

the village and slaughtered

our mothers, fathers, wives and sons

In the silence of our decimate tribe, we were alive;

The brothers were alive



Our memories were on fire under the seal of Maganst

"Earth, drink our tears of blood:

Mutilated corpses in our head, we ran away

Through the depths of the dark forest we wandered,

and fell in a dream of sorrow

The next morning, awaked by the coldness of the dawn

Some ravens encircled us and Ath the biggest

came near us



He talked to our soul in a very eerie tongue

And we could understand the ancient words of

the messenger of Dwarfh



Ancient nation of a dying realm, we hear your

song, she's flying in the wind

Oh...you'll never see the child

In the deepest sorrow, your tears are flowing

in your wounds

Oh...you'll never see the child

Dead in the realm of Frostthrone, let the blood

on the ground

Oh...we are the children.