(Oh, oh, oh)
In the shadow of ancient stones,
Silent whispers, chilling bones.
Bound by blood that ancestors shed,
We walk the paths that spirits tread.
Hear the call from the shrine, echoes of the divine,
We gather 'round, where the lost are found.
In the temple's glow, secrets only we know,
Raise our voices high, under the northern sky.
By stone and bone, our fate is cast,
In the echoes of the vast.
Hear the call from the shrine, echoes of the divine,
We gather 'round, where the lost are found.
Raise our voices high, under the northern sky.
In the circle where old gods meet,
We sing our song, our souls entreat.
(Oh, oh, oh)