The tide's rising, collapsed mountains of ideals ahead The arts of honourless martyrs the tongoues of nation's decay Fleshless bearers of faded credence, scarred for the north. From gallows to stained culture, to the piles of flesh in raging pyres Onset for the future, the hives of useless shells in fire The burial mounds of ash, the horns chime for the end. Like a scent of autumn's decay filling the air The traitor's of mankind fading to ashes, smouldering away A thousand voices chanting for tomorrow, idealistic flames ablaze. Mongrels for apostate daughters, the husks among the grains The weeds from honourless fathers, to root and absord And a thousand mouths screaming for hope The burden of false ideals hanging in ropes. The surface of each trembles, crumbles beneath the scarred bare feet Above the corpus vermin, lays the stench of the spiritual decease A scarred north, buried beliefs, empty words ahead. An emotional winter, the oblivion rises as devotion crumbles above the fall. A cultural wasteland, a stupor of blood and honour The pallbearer of hoe, prognosis devours The bones of owls thrown to the soil of stained lands And the pyres of oblivion illuminate the demise. Horns of the wintry mountains screaming through winds The wolves shall rise from the ruins of yesterdays. The primitive statues, monoliths of thoughts carved in bones and flesh Shocking the core of the human nature and shattering the ideals of mankind.