A great stone of the Ancient ones It has passed from a father to a son
All the years it has been the same The greatest saint of the northern ways
So many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to die
Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life
Mighty shades of the sunless days are our cradles as well as graves
Seita never betrays his sons, Northern folk's holiest God
So many storms have passed by, so many lives still have to be sacrificed
Before Seita is satisfied and gives us the peaceful life