Heimdal

Sheltered from the raging storm

In the reflection of hubris

The clocked kingmaker abides

The hunter claiming his throne

The whispering winds summons

The spirits of fire and ice

To enter the house of the fallen

To dwell within borders of time

Niu em ek mœòra mögr

Niu em ek systra sonr

Niu em ek mœòra mögr

Niu em ek systra sonr

Niu em ek mœòra mögr

Niu em ek systra sonr

Niu em ek mœòra mögr

Niu em ek systra sonr

Tall are the beacons of might

Thick are the walls of the blind

Withered are the fields of the devouted

Tireless, the howls from inside

Emerge will the ones that were buried

When the roots and the branches are dead

Echoes of the roaring silence

Will resound beyond borders of space

Sheltered from the raging storm

In the reflection of hubris

The navigator of time returns

Detecting a path that was lost