Over the dark—the deep valleys of earth

In the days of yore—they journey on the battlefield, their shining armour lay

Between the mountaintops their cries still roar

The quiet mountains, witness

The days of yore!

Like ice on the muddy, forest pond, breaking in the light of day

Out of the woods where they stood

Before they, to rest finally lay

But now the time is upon them

Once again, they shall the rise to ride the wind-song!