Voice reaching from the sea of storm Sound of the ancients Crushing the shores of stone Carried by the raging waves Voices of the past Whisper of an ancient secret And at the grasp of the mountain side they reside Exhalting these glorious mountains As aeons pass by As your blood lies dishonoured We shall reamin as the silent reminders Winds of Frost, Winds of Ice Remember us with pride! Through the vast lands of Blue Their voices thunder We are creators of worlds! Idols of stone watch you from the shores Their names now lay forgotten Tainted and destroyed As the ancient rage is born The strength of winds reforged
ancient, voice, wind, reamin, exhalting