Voice reaching from the sea of storm

Sound of the ancients

Crushing the shores of stone

Carried by the raging waves

Voices of the past

Whisper of an ancient secret

And at the grasp of the mountain side they reside

Exhalting these glorious mountains

As aeons pass by

As your blood lies dishonoured

We shall reamin as the silent reminders

Winds of Frost, Winds of Ice

Remember us with pride!

Through the vast lands of Blue

Their voices thunder;

"We are creators of worlds!"

Idols of stone watch you from the shores

Their names now lay forgotten

Tainted and destroyed...

As the ancient rage is born

The strength of winds reforged