Слова:
Aeternus Shadows Of Old

From blood-drenched earth The mighty oak arises From its roots Flow rivers of death Shadowed bodiless forms The rotting cores of the damned Drifting

Cold winds forged through time By clash of thunder in the night of storms An unborn power is invoked Of ancient times - yet young By the full moon's

I am veiled in wind I am not alone Unleashed hate and anger By mountains strength We shall prevail by our unity And for the old - for the old Battle

Under fire were you born Son of god and mortal Under warrior's moon Shining one of an age gone by Throw the spear of destiny Spill the blood Victorious