Heede the chante of the foreste, I feele his breathe in the wistful wynde "Threefolde-three nights on the tree...", I seek his gaze in the well of Wyrd Don't query the signes, don't question thy sanity But knowe what thou wielde, compa**ion or steele, you'll threefolde receive... We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne They tamper'd with places of powere, Usurper's shrine in our sacred hills Unbroken we stande like the will of the lande, oh beware thy reckoninge... Oh followe the trothe, the weave of our destiny But knowe what thou wielde, compa**ion or steele, you'll threefolde recieve...
We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine There will be a seconde cominge of the elder waye And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne "Once more we shalle awaken his voice And knowe it more truly than e'er before Conqure the worlde from inside thyselfe And his whisper becometh a thunderinge roar" Threefolde-three worldes of the tree Three for the Norns weavinge thy Wyrd Threefold-three nights on the tree Knowe what thou wielde, you threefolde receive... We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One And our queste hath only just begun... We will returne