Cimmeria

Born on the field of the battle 
Arched by the grey clouds 
Baptized in rain from the heavens 
And clamor of dying men 

Oh, sombre land
Your stillness is yet to be broken 
Endless you stand 
Only your name is forgotten

Follow the trail of the ravens
Voices of ancient woods
Cold winds are louder than thunder
Shrouded in eternal night