Foreboding mountains, threatening skies Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies Ten years have passed now, since we left home The green hills of my country, soon my weary eyes shall see again
From the black mountain a cold wind blows Standing stones along our path bear marks of ancient runes Midst howling gales, the pounding of drums Whispers turn to battlecries chaos soon will rise
Beneath black mountain we´re lead astray Never to see our home again Beneath black mountain our journey ends Never to see our home again
Folk of the mountain, watching our desperate flock Shadow and shapes are moving, twist trees and barren rock Green feathered arrows take down the steeds Thrown onto the ground, will journey to the island of the dead
Blessed by the old gods, sacred warrior hordes Blue their painted faces, clash of bouncing(?) swords Dark invocations grant an eldritch strength Bloodshed for the blood god, dying in this godforsaken land
Led to black mountains into the caves Never to see our home again Living lay captive die in decay Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved
Unspoken terrors lurk in the night Chaos, doom and sacrifice await Grotesque idols out of times before the light Torture, death and slavery our fate
Led to black mountains into the caves Never to see our home again Living lay captive die in decay Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved
Beneath black mountain we´re lead astray Never to see our home again Beneath black mountain our story ends Never to see our home again