We are besieged by our enemies,
their armies have gathered around us;
A great host of horses, chariots and men.
We can't live through such a vast number.

Will we fall to the might of our enemies?
We are outnumbered and outclassed.
If we surrender they might show us mercy.
And live at the cost of everything?

No. Surrender is not an option,
Have you not taken heed to the promises of old?
Have you already forgotten what was told?

Raise your head and look on the mountains.
Those with us are far more than those against us.
Our King has sent his best to our aid,
so we will not fall to the might of our enemy.

Don't you see the vast army of fiery horses and chariots?
I pray your eyes will be opened, so your despair will flee.

A Falcon was sent into the air by his master
To begin his hunt for food.
With firm beats of his wings he ascended
Into the sky to begin his search.

The his eyes spotted far below him,
A black figure stirring in the depths.
Circling high up in the sky,
The falcon awaited the best moment to strike.

With great speed the falcon dove upon his prey
His wings folded to reduce the drag of the winds
The prey didn't notice the threat from above,
When all of a sudden his sight went black.

Sharp talons piercing the flesh, death came swiftly.
There was no way to escape.

The slain bird was heavier than he expected.
The falcon couldn't maintain his altitude.
He felt reluctant to let go of his prey,
But the threat of sharp rocks was at hand.

Then a southern wind went through the air.

Drifting on the warm current, carried by the wind,
the falcon quickly climbed again.
He shot through the sky over the forest,
when he heard his master's call.

In return the falcon gave a shriek as an answer to his name.

His master wondered what the falcon was carrying.
The large black shadow he firmly held.

The black raven is dead. He has killed himself a black raven.
An unusual prey for a falcon, but still the black raven is dead.

Loyalty, a fading memory of the past.
The spies of our enemy are within our ranks.
Sowing dissension, inciting revolt
their poison spreads like a plague.

Blinded to the deception of our enemy
they deny his existence.
All houses rising against each other.
The unity of the early days is gone.

The unity of our glory days is gone.

Only a few loyal remaining at our side
Too few to conquer, but enough to pose a threat
Forever loyal to our cause we fight until the bitter end.

In the wake of our steadfast spirits
The hearts of many men are rekindled
As we charge on the boundaries of our existence
New armies are mustered to our cause.

Instrumental

The horde of destruction came riding on the storm
and left my serenity slowly to rot.
This once so bright future now frozen in pain,
a deep dark sadness solemnly rose.

Paralyzed crawling in the struggle unseen,
I felt down, exhausted, and entered a dream.
I awoke and gazed through the mist and the rain
a gloomy cold landscape, the new dwelling for me.

Forgotten dwelling in this struggle unseen,
a breathless whisper from out of a dark path in mind.
A veil of cold laughter now covers this pain,
the black storms returned and I freely go in.

With this vision of pain, now I march on to war.
Reality sharpened and willing to fall.
New strength burns in me, decided to go.
My fist clenches cold steel as we all hailed our liege.

Voiceless screaming
Sleepless dreaming
Tearless crying
Breathless sighing

And there in a distance, in the forest bare and cold, the pale beauty strays to find me nevermore

Silently we marched through forests and marshes.
Our arrows waiting on our bows
My men, grim and prepared for the fight
A pale army of soldiers, yes we're marching to war

Advance to war, banners high, towards our destiny
Advance to war towards our destiny

With past battles on our minds we wander
towards the battlefields,
The glorious battlefield

And then we reached the treeline of the enchanting forest
and there on heather fields a grim battle was at hand
Standing and gazing at the frontline of the battle
A furious warcry filled the sky

And although many have fallen and many will fall
in this ancient battle
Our captain blew on the horn and roared out loud
At the tips of our swords they will only find death

We had grown tired of this endless war
We thought it was time to leave and to govern ourselves

Fearing punishment for our betrayal
we asked our old enemies to defend our cities.

They kept the kings forces at bay
but it had cost us all we ever had

After they had consumed most of our stock
they forced our children to serve
as their soldiers in the war
from which we only tried to escape

We saw the smoke rising from beyond the forest's canopy
The sight made our hearts fill with sorrow.
So many lives wasted, in spite of our warnings.
Could we have done more to keep them from leaving?

In our search for independence,
we lost all the freedom we once had.
We are now little more than slaves in our own country
Cheated into a life of misery.

We saw the smoke rising from beyond the forest's canopy
The sight made our hearts fill with sorrow.
So many lives wasted, in spite of our warnings.
Could we have done more to keep them from leaving?

A thunder of war roared through the sky
As the armies ran towards each other

Bone-breaking blows of warhammers
Shields crushed, steel broke, flesh torn apart
Gut-ripping strokes of foul swords fell
Impaled by spears, blood spitting dying.

Pierced by arrows on the blood drenched fields
The penetrating stench of death

More enemy forces leapt out of the hills
Overwhelming our flanks
But then our captain rose the banner and screamed
You'll fight to the end, don't fear no defeat

And now new strength was found, the turn in the fight
As a falcon shrieked and pierced the sky above
Into amazement the enemy fell
Our flanks reformed and we fiercely charged again.

Yes, once again a furious warcry filled the sky
The glorious falcon, our victory is near.
With our captain in the frontline
Holding the banner of the falcon up high

And so we charged on to fight
With the swing of the blunt battle axes
and the reaping halberds.
The terrifying screams of our enemies,
now brutally slaughtered at will.
In the frenzy, fair young men left with shattered faces
and strong heroes' arms left dismembered.
That was the price of our victory.

A gentle wind, that rustles the leaves,
is whispering in my ear
A bright moon gazes at me through the forests canopy
lighting my path

Wandering through the forest I marvel at its beauty
All shades of moss covering the grounds on which I softly tred.
Sometimes I sense a wild animal staring in wonder at my appearance
and silently I watch them, wondering if they are aware of what's coming to them

But a strange unnatural noise in the
distance startles the animal and I see it speeding off
I softly weep for I know that the days of comforting silence are gone

Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest
marvelling at its beauty, the serenity, the natural silence

The sky is red with the burning fire of the trees, it makes me weep
I see some heavily mutilated animals running towards me in panic
I am shocked at the selfishness of the men who thought of this destruction
of the earth on which I was born and raised

Under a moonlit sky I wander through the forest
a deathly silence around the scorched ghostlike trees

Even for the creatures of the wild,
there is no escape from the wars which scorch the earth.
Defeat will mean the final death of us all.