Chaos running within my head
A future found to once be dead.
Awaiting orders, in place and time,
The Gods of Old, children forever mime.
We rebirth a nation forth,
To the skies, Stars of North.
Beauty kept in Passions Keep.
In devoted rest pilgrims sleep.
Upon their steeds our Angels soar,
For she has birthed the key to Ancient Door.
Hail! My kinsmen, loud and clear-
Our God of Gods, to us draws near.
His fury deep in his eyes,
His vengeance will reign till Betrayer dies.
The Faithless paid a mighty cost-
Behold! From the Halls of Our Fathers—Born are the Druids lost!
