In this realm of the old spirits

There is neither day nor night.

Mighty powers of the past shall soon

Be woken from their dormancy in the land

Of lurking twilight.



The legacy of the elders.

Waiting for the chosen one.

The legacy of the elders.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.



The lost secrets lies hidden deep into

The guarding primeval stone.

It holds the science of magic protected

Where the shadows of he gods walk alone.



The knowledge of the forgotten parts

Of our dimension

Shall soon at last be revealed.

The powers shall rise again so the destiny

Can be sealed.