Beneath the spreading boughs of ages
In defence of time
Remnants stand, of battered armies
Sprung from Wodens line
For the words of the serpents tongue
We paid a bitter price
Now behold the dawns first rays
On fields of broken ice
Within old walls, and wild woods
Where the fallen leaves lie deep
The icy grip, of deepest winter
Shakes off a thousand years of sleep
And when it falls, the blood of ancients
To lie in pools upon the soil
Its strength will be our victory
Through wisdom
Through war
Through toil.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
