The chimes spoke stars in rusty winds As the rider arrived at last our haven One hand risen, one tend the horse For warfare driven he shall set flame in our course Here we find chilly void Ever since our fathers tamed the Lands of Lochlann Here we hail Crom Crauch welcome d**h worldwide makes love begone Here the Evil Eye signs our shields And our swords so sharp wait for more kingdoms to conquer Down with their banners, down with their heads The Horde marches towards new bloodshed Human, see the cold be our herald And snow covering our trails Where our ships have landed The horizon is ablaze Fire forged in the heat of destruction Cries raped silence once and again The followers of the earthwho*e are dead or enslaved The Land of Youth became the Land of Graves [24-9-02, Gwydion Sagelinge]