A journey through the cold moors
Towards the mighty stark cromlech
Standing tall above the land
A jewel in the throne of this realm

A figure dressed in black robes
Led me towards the cold stones
The great pillars of the ancient tomb
That once was a gateway to the dead

Cold empty cromlech
Standing tall
It's stark tall presence
Enthrals my soul
Ancient runes and symbols
Carved in stone
Tell the tales of past times
Long ago

This vast eerie wilderness
Cold and deep
Awakens my valour
With power untold
Defending the realm
Of the ancient ones
I take cold steel blade in my hand
And stand my ground

A journey through the cold moors
Towards the mighty stark cromlech
Standing tall above the land
A jewel in the throne of this realm

A figure dressed in black robes
Led me towards the cold stones
The great pillars of the ancient tomb
That once was a gateway to the dead

Now the soil has fallen
And the remains that once lay within
No longer remain entombed
The fall of the mound of earthly stone...

...is a sign of the rebirth of the one
That once occupied this place