A mightful wind blowing over mountains Descending into the deepest valleys And flowing to the plains And all the realms beneath A horn sound echoing in the forests Like the night side moonlit Someone or something is on the darkest paths It's us, flowing in infinity Under a call of a horn With the pride of our banner To the realms of hordes We are the northerners ones Line by line our legions smashing All enemies lurking places Side by side we are still walking Under the encounter firmament to blast the palaces Mesmerizing forested snowface To never make rise up enemies From the realms of ice A shrine in the tempested woods… Northerner ones Nothing else than the north For a coming realm to born To my wood throne you'll look forth For I've snow worn Northerner ones