Chapter I - Tales Of Ithiria [English translation]

When the heavens and earth must move

When the heavens and earth must move

While you come to judge the world with fire

My son, now listen what I say:

Keep in mind what you have learned

Wrap your fingers 'round your sword

Maybe you will not return

Thousands that we once have been

Only a few are still here

I've to give this sacrifice...

... oh, the autumn brought us fear!

My life, my blood, my tears, my pain

I'm the guardener of thee

Through an axestrike I have lost

The ability to see

Now my child, your time hath come

Mercy - not with those you'll harm

Wrap your fingers 'round your sword...

(And the ones we love will fall

Like autumn leaves

On these endless fields)

... as the horn sounds the alarm!

And as the storm began

When flesh and iron met

Bright like the ringing of the bells

The cries of those whose luck fails

Covered with wounds

The oak tree offered him protection

As the legend goes

This was his father's certain death

Now that all silence was disturbed

The Ground, as red as autumn leafs

Father Frost, the last they feel

On these mighty, endless fields

When the heavens and earth must move

While you come to judge the world with fire

Hush hush, my child

Mother death is your bride

If you listen her song you will follow

So better beware

Let your senses take care

Your innocent mind will be hallowed

A step in the dark

Lord, have mercy

A secret to hide

King of tremendous majesty

A legend to tell

English translation: Free them

Drowned in the waters of time

Lord, have mercy

A secret to hide

He holds

Wisdom of ancient times

A parchment with numbers and rhymes

Fear speaks the spell to survive

The circle of druids - alive!

They all gathered in the night

Within the torches light

As their slumber did awake

So I did wish a thousand times

Mother Death would come to me

In her arms I will entwine

And I'm rising up to thee

Now my child, my time hath come

Mercy - not with those I'll harm

I wrap my fingers 'round my sword...

... as their horn sounds the alarm!

Now the winter begins

On this endless fields