Hear the whispers of the ancient night
Echoes of battles of valor of plight
In lands where the mighty spirits dwell
Come forth the tales the old runes tell
In the mist of ancient woods whispers rise
Legends old as the Northern skies
Where spirits roam the twilight grove
In the shadow world they forever rove
Rise oh souls in the night's embrace
Through the veil to the sacred place
(Where the echoes of our ancestors' moans)
Beneath the moon on the burial mound
Their voices call with a haunting sound
For life is a journey through death's gate
To Noric realms where the fallen wait
Rise oh souls in the night's embrace
Through the veil to the sacred place
(Where the echoes of our ancestors' moans)
(Oh-oh oh-oh)
In the spirit's flight and the raven's cry
And as dawn breaks the shadows flee
In death as in life forever free
(In Noric hearts where they belong)