From the mountains on to the rivers and fjord
Beneath the sun lays frost
Thus they’ll be there cold of the winter behold
Never have to be unveiled
Where they gather holding on the rivers by their claws
There opens the baltijos
Nor do waves nor the endless wind shall carry them north
The giant stairs shall lead the way
Hear the sound of drums comming from within the void
They are guided by deep voice
Go under waves the giants lead the way to the halls
Halls that buried under seas
All the gates will close and the waves begin to fold
On the hidden endless road
Far beyond the skies that reflected from above
For the night will lay his hands
On the baltijos glaciers
And the endless river of faith
Forever gone and ever carries life or death
Ageless realm will stay unveiled
Faithless sun will hide its rays
Dark and cold the water remain
The drumming sound will echo fairly to this day
Till the day the sun shall touch the darken clouds
And the faceless gods appear
In the great open sea there lies our fear
Theres no ship that cant be stirred
For our fathers fall of the grace and honesty
Between the nordic lands
Silent whispers guide our way into the realms
No man enters no man leaves
Heavy words a long forgotten language reappears
Casting spells on the silent seas
Fading endless sound of hum from deep within
The calling cries will be unheard
All the gates will close and the waves begin to fold
On the hidden endless road
Far beyond the skies that reflected from above
They will have to be undead