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.