Pilgrim

From dreaming halls beyond the west

There strong and free a storm will rise

A boat it bears with biting breath

And a pilgrim from the lands of hope

Beneath the moon and under stars

He will wander far from western strands

When need is great through Europe's night

Unknown to mortal men

The years have passed

Our ancestral Henges awake

Pilgrim! Wanderer!

Truth-bearer lead us to war

In hallowed halls our horns resound

Purify this holy ground

And from the ruins of Europa

Again we shall rise

He will come unto the timeless halls

Where shining fall the countless years

And endless reigns the Elder King

Under Mountain, ravens circle the peak

And the pear-tree shall bloom

On Walserfeld plain

The king will rise from the throne

And sweep these dogs from his lands

The years have passed

Our ancestral Henges awake

Pilgrim! Wanderer!

Truth-bearer lead us to war

In hallowed halls our horns resound

Purify this holy ground

And from the ruins of Europa

Again we shall rise

The world is grey, the mountains old

Our people's hearts are ashen-cold

No harp is wrung, no silver trumpet calls

The darkness dwells in Europe's halls

Yet we still remember, we few who dwell

In this far land beneath the trees

The truth

The light

The dreaming golden spires

The starlight on the Western Seas