Stormcircle

Following the voice 
A destinated choise 
Where the ancients left 
Their flaming marks 
Under the wings of the everdark 

Invisible all seeing 
We'll greet the storm 
To the circle of dragenthrone 
We'll go at one 

Oath that lies in blood wisdom passes forth 
When winter plays it's cruel game 
Hail the storm in Cirions name 

We call forth the ancient spirits 
Gods of forgotten times 
Elder kings, unhuman kind 
Dragongods, hear their roar in the storm!