The haze above these forestsnthe crest beyond the dalencarved in stone by aeonsnnPale and mighty glow the mountainsnacross a sleeping worldnguarding over endless chains of blackened crownsnnThe wheel of fate has bound us to these valleysnAcross those highlands I will walknThe tidal wave will never reach our landscapenAcross those highlands I will walknnSaddle the horse and sharpen the bladesnThe boundaries of conspired pacts must stand against the hordesnDrenched in blood, in grimly rage we judgenthe scum in front of our walls must fall one by onennThe wheel of fate has bound us to these valleysnAcross those highlands I will walknThe tidal wave will never reach our landscapenAcross those highlands I will walknnAcross those highlands I will walk