Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast

Gathered again after their journeys in solitude

Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow's Land

Returned from far away lands to rise the !justspoken prince

Darkening skies obliviate the moon

Winds of power sing in the trees

A thunder's echo sleeps in the mountains

Breaks free from the Gallow's Land, four roads in gold

Through the dripping blood of the unborn's eyes

Shows powers of his wisdom and the regal trust

Approaching with thunder, the four corners of the world

To join his birth in Velvet, the Pillorian Age

Thunder in the Gallow's Land

The birth of a king

Through the dripping blood of the unborn's hands

Shows the purity of darkness and the warmth of the ice

Throughout the muddy fields the horizons come close

Provoking the winds and draining the skies... Lightning!!!

They who wander the roads of gold

To experience the Antarct's unfold

Each one with a gift for him to bear

Soil, Water, Fire & Air

Here where the sand has no taste

Here where blood has no worth

Here inbetween the corners of the world

Here my son, rise the existential sword

They who wander the roads of gold

To experience the Antarct's unfold

Each one with a gift for him to bear

Soil, Water, Fire & Air