From the cold mountain I come
My legions will flood the land
Every herb and every stone
Will be smashed under my feet
Skies will burn
Lands will be disgraced
And all enemies of mine
In soil's cold embrace will lay
The last moment of silence...
How fragile is the harmony of being
The wind blows in my hair
And whispers me of war, of war
The war is closing in
And I can not do anything to stop it
But if this is my fate
And if I have to fight, I'll fight
I ain't gonna leave here
Until this land is won for me
All those battles, lost and won
Bring deep grief into my heart
So many lives are lost
So many tears are cried
One day your desires will burn you out
And your power will crumble to pieces
Varkhagor... Aegonia shall never be yours
Until I stand to keep these lands
Echoes of warfare
They peal in the dawning
But we shall not give up
Now our fate is calling