Long since angels passed here
Through these naked grey old trees
On the ground lie the bones
Of our fathers from the east
Down by the cold water
You can hear all their despair
Whispering chants
Telling tales of bravest men
Decisions of thy fortune
Made words written on these stones
Preys to the night
Thus became all greatest songs
Resting by the fire
In the middle of the night
These songs gather voices
You can hear through the light
We have sailed all over the ocean
We have travelled across the land
Rest by the fire
We have fought hand in hand
Tonight the bravest gather
And there i shell stand
To sing the song of glory
All over again and again
Cries of all the angels
Makes the kings go to sleep
From the Kingdome of thy dawn
To the realms of the deep
Lands filled with dark soil
Underneath resting men
To these days we all praise them
With songs of the damned
Tangled rusted swords
Laying down by their arms
For the last thing they’ve heard
Was the clash on the ground
For all those we have painted
With our pride and despair
Taking legend by legend
Writing songs giving fame