

Deep in the soil where the cold rivers flow (ahhhh)
Roots of the elder tree starting to grow
Under the watch of the ancient sign
(we
rise)
Weaving the thread till the end of time (hahhh)
Whispers of iron and dust on the wind (hooo)
Shadows of everything we left behind
Under the watch of the ancient sign
(we
rise)
Weaving the thread till the end of time (hahhh) (away...)