Craionhorn - Draugnim

Against the stone, against the land

Forged in rage of ever starving flame

Pyres fed with firstborn of man

No tideless sea your fire could tame

Clarion call of Craionhorn

No ravines echo your storm, no writhing heart heeds your call

No hands left with warmth reach for tales forlorn

Chained in your frame is what was lost, what was sigh,

What was the deemed as last breath of god

Chained in your frame is what was all, what has been,

What was winds blowing never silent

Hollow bone of the timeless wyrm

Gold that never shined in sun

Envenomed blood of every martyr

Steel blackened in sins left undone

No sight shunned beyond, no voice life banished from everlasting song

No men this age has born crave to hear the silenced horn

No longer hear they call…