Lost in a middle of the forest painted black
Hundred knights praying bres
Can you hear their singing voices
Ascending to the moon
Here's the gates of Annwn
Lifeless my limbs torpid my tongue
In purple robe sits a warrior old
Telling stories of dead comrade bold
Their bodies fell as their spirit rose
To the home of the heroes Herjan's hall
Mystic riddles, symbols of the stones
See the ancient rites, never known before
Revelation, come black sun
Burning inner fire, never felt before
Oh, when time has come, rise your fist
Feel the power that comes from the past
Ring of the ancients calling
Deep down inside my heart
Ring of the ancients calling
Proud warrior never die
Creep iron serpent, come almighty bres
Sacred pictures drawn of wood
Shadows dancing around almighty stones
Marching skeletons on battlefields