The cold landscapes of our lands,
The roar of the ancient war,
Warning to all ascendants -
Beware of the incoming storm.

Lands which once stood proud,
Now only whisper from the breezes,
And echo of ancient shivers the ground,
See the sign from the fallen.

The gates of the eternity will open,
And the heroes will reach it,
As the spirit dies, and hope is gone,
The answer - don't look for it.

Because behind the closed doors,
Behind the barriers of our mind,
All answers will be shown,
Accept your destiny - don't be blind.