Across the straight Through worship barricades A sacrifice made For bewildering renegades Lord help raise our swords Untill the end Frozen lands Mark our boundaries Worship strands To be left with treacheries Lord we await For thou wrath to be sent No darkness Shall form our doom
The restless born free Creatures of might they'll be The way unknown Is our ordeal A fate surreal The land now parched For us to cross The purpose lost Sent off to the abyss In time our state of bliss Wallow father Our fate is sealed Wallow mother Our fate we shape