I see through the veil of time
 I see the threads spun by the maidens
 I see light where others see but darkness
 I see the future as I've lived the past
 
 Oh, Bructerian prophetess
 Foresight is what we seek
 Visions of times to come
 Will the gods deal us defeat?
 
 Will we dine in the other world
 Or live yet another day
 As free men, unchained
 Liberated from their rule?
 
 Sleep is dreaming of times to come
 While I dream, weavers are waking
 The rope they wind is what I know
 Through my wisdom, truth is told
 
 I see victory at hand
 I see their inglorious defeat
 I see ravens circling
 I see them feasting on their meat
 
 The time had come to seek our fate,
 to rule or die for this land
 With sword in hand, we rage on
 Storm of steel; a sea of blood
 
 Sword dew drenched the soil
 as the dance of blades went on
 Hear the cries of those subdued
 Harvest of eagles and wolves
 
 Sleep is dreaming of times to come
 While I dream, weavers are waking
 The rope they wind is what I know
 Through my wisdom, truth is told