Against the stone, against the land Forged in rage of ever starving flame Pyres fed with firstborn of man No tideless sea your fire could tame Clarion call of Craionhorn No ravines echo your storm, no writhing heart heeds your call No hands left with warmth reach for tales forlorn Chained in your frame is what was lost, what was sigh What was the deemed as last breath of God Chained in your frame is what was all, what has been What was winds blowing never silent Hollow bone of the timeless wyrm Gold that never shined in sun Envenomed blood of every martyr Steel blackened in sins left undone No sight shunned beyond, no voice life banished from everlasting song No men this age has born crave to hear the silenced horn No longer hear they call