Four ravens flew in shores over the windy Nord land coast
Gathered again after their journeys in solitude
Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallows Land

Returned from far away lands to rise the justspoken prince

Darkening skies oblivion the moon

Winds of power sing in the trees
A thunder's echo sleeps in the mountains
Breaks free from the Gallows Land, four roads in gold


Through the dripping blood of the unborn eyes
Shows powers of his wisdom and the regal trust

Approaching with thunder, the four corners of the world
To join his birth in Velvet, the Pillorian Age


Thunder in the Gallows Land
The birth of a king


Through the dripping blood of the unborn hands
Shows the purity of darkness and the warmth of the ice
Throughout the muddy fields the horizons come close

Provoking the winds and draining the skies
Lightning


They who wander the roads of gold
To experience the Antarct's unfold
Each one with a gift for him to bear

Soil, Water, Fire and Air

Here where the sand has no taste

Here where blood has no worth
Here in between the corners of the world
Here my son, rise the existential sword


They who wander the roads of gold
To experience the Antarct's unfold

Each one with a gift for him to bear
Soil, Water, Fire and Air