For many years ago
He left his home behind
No farewells or a note,
Like a thief he fled into the night

Heart full of foolish pride,
He caused a death of his clans man
All prophesies he denied,
And now in exile he grieves

Hear the call of the fallen ones
Wisdom of those whose time has gone
Live your life bravely my first born son,
On battlefields fight, don't run

The wheel of time keeps turning
A boy becomes a man
But still shame burns him
At last he understands

He heads back to his homeland
He rides fast like a storm wind
But the flames in the horizon,
Tell there is only death to be found

By the smoking ruins of his past life
He raises his hand to the skies,
"Oh god of thunder,
God of my fathers,
Strike me down for what I've done!"