A great stone of the Ancient ones... It has passed from a father to a son

All the years it has been the same... The greatest saint of the northern ways



So many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to die

Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life



Mighty shades of the sunless days are our cradles as well as graves

Seita never betrays his sons, Northern folk's holiest God



So many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to be sacrificed

Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life