Along ancient leylines down to the sea
On moonlit shores ten thousand meet
No words to be spoken, no thoughts to be thought
Waiting in silence, as great magic is wrought

Moonlit our witness blessed be the night
Calm be the waves may the winds be right
Gods and great spirits fled from these lands
Evil reigns by the black hand a few strong still stand

And wind fills the sail we head for the sea
Hear destiny calling let east and west be
What they may be just the ways of the wind

Across vast oceans onwards we fly
The veil has been lifted the leavetaking's nigh
Only our memories are bound to the soil
From shores forsaken we leave this mortal coil

And wind fills the sail we head for the sea
Hear destiny calling let east and west be
What they may be just the ways of the wind

"The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it."

Leaving the shores wave no hands
Long was our wait we're leaving today
Still on the dark waves seven tall ships lie
Golden sails set morning star our guide

Foreboding mountains, threatening skies
Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies
Ten years have passed now, since we left home
The green hills of my country, soon my weary eyes shall see again

From the black mountain a cold wind blows
Standing stones along our path bear marks of ancient runes
Midst howling gales pounding of drums
Whisper turn to battlecries chaos soon will rise

Beneath the black mountain we're lead astray
Never to see our home again
Beneath the black mountain our journey ends
Never to see our home again

Black folk of the mountains, watching our flock
Dark shapes are moving twist trees and barren rock
Green feathered arrows take down the steeds
Thrown into the dust, we will journey to the island of the dead

Blessed be the old gods, sacred warrior hordes
Blue their painted faces, the clash of bronze swords
Dark invocations grant eldritch strength
Bloodshed for the blood god, we are dying in this godforsaken land

Led to black mountains into the caves
Never to see our home again
Living and captive die in decay
Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved

Unspoken terrors lurk in the night
Chaos, doom and sacrifice await
Grotesque idols out of times before the light
Torture, death and slavery our fate

Led to black mountains into the caves
Never to see our home again
Living and captive die in decay
Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved

Beneath the black mountain we're lead astray
Never to see our home again
Beneath the black mountain our journey ends
Never to see our home again

Beyond the sombre blue
Of distant horizons
I heard a song in the wind
From shining pinnacles
Of snow-crowned mountains
To the dark heart of deep forests green

Telling tales of the strange dreaming lands
East of the setting sun
And there appeared a tall white ship
Twist nights clouds and starlit sea

And I followed the wake of the white ship
Casting off modernitys gyves
To the lands where I reigned
By my fathers side
...again

"Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow."

While ages passed, we dwell alone
Alone we wandered, died alone
'neath shadow green and standing stone
-'neath shadow green and standing stone
Far from the rule of modern throne

Beyond the veils of mistclad forests
As ages passed, we fought alone
'neath shadow green and standing stone
-'neath shadow green and standing stone
Alone we stand, alone we fall

As ages pass, we pray alone
-Alone we wandered, died alone
Alone with gods and gods alone
-Alone we stand, alone we fall
As guides to show us on the way
-'neath shadow green and standing stone
And light the road of the unknown

Our age has passed, we sail alone
-Far from the rule of modern throne
Into the west on ships of gold
-Carried by winds far from our homes
The evening star will lead us onward
-As guide to show us on the way
White shores are calling - ever home...

While ages pass, a legend's born
-Alone they wandered, died alone
Of shadow green and standing stone
-Far from the rule of modern throne
Who will remember the hidden folk?
-Who will bear the crown of oak and bone?
Borne on the wind their tale lives on....

Who will remember the hidden folk?
-Far from the rule of modern throne
Borne on the wind their tale lives on....