Awakened by the wolves howlings,
watching out within the castle's walls.
I saw the fullmoon, guiding my life.
A thick fog covers the landscape,
the fiibulwinter is arriving,
the darkness is here,
ancient times are calling,
I start to remember. I adore my ancestors, for their braveness!
They fought for their believes,
they had realized the truth.
They denied all others beliefs,
and so do I. As night is rising, I hear a distant voice,
he is calling my name!
I listen with pride!
As ancient kingdoms rise.
Beyond the great mountains of Frost,
the knowledge lies within,
I hear a distant voice from the dark forest. I must leave the forsaken world,
I ride the winds of Frost, to my home.
As darkness rises,
the fog appears in the night,
in the distant a castle appears.
Longing for those old times,
the moonlight guides me on my journey,
I follow the moon,
for it shall lead me home,
suddenly I arrive at the castle,
my ancestors had right,
I trust them with whole my heart. Raise the seventh sword of Ninnagesh.
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