Noble thoughts rule might of will Mixed with magic and melt by steel But now after thousand years Imprisoned horrors break that seal Days are darker and none know why Soon the North will blood tears cry Heroes rise from all race kind And one without shadow will be their guide In regio septentrionalis Dark ! Is everywhere Fear ! Walk the earth Chaos ! Born again Septentrionalis ! War ! Scorch the land Snow ! Is turning red Blood ! Of innocents Septentrionalis ! Draw ! Sword for king Sworn ! To die or win Leave ! No retreat Septentrionalis ! Septentrionalis !