Over the dark—the deep valleys of earth
 In the days of yore—they journey on the battlefield, their shining armour lay
 Between the mountaintops their cries still roar
 The quiet mountains, witness
 The days of yore!
 Like ice on the muddy, forest pond, breaking in the light of day
 Out of the woods where they stood
 Before they, to rest finally lay
 But now the time is upon them
 Once again, they shall the rise to ride the wind-song!