Dawn of Iron Blades

With the winter rime covered Eternally suspended in darkness Smolders and flickers waiting From the day of victory and glory When the White hand Embraces its heritage Voices, always heard Words, always spoken Fire, always set Blood, always shed Runes preserve the ancient tongue Carried with magical aura Eternally bound to the White hand Neither day nor night is their home Our forefather's voices ring in our ears Their message lost to the modern day Harbingers of lies Poisoned your mind Enslaved your heart Imprisoned your soul Gifts of falsehood became religion Emptiness became inspiration Brother, wake up, it is time! Before dawn breaks The stones will speak Revealing their secrets Awakened from our slumber White armies cross the bridge of eternity. (Graveland: Iron in the fog)