Walkiesjar - Falkenbach

The morning sun is rising

The forest cloaked in gold

And the mist surrounds the mountains

The landscape calm and cold

The hall of bronzen shields up high

In a distance far shining bright

And the horns are sounding from afar

For Walkiesjar

A gentle breeze caresses me

While runes are warily cast

Heralding fate and fortune

My future and my past

On supple wings two ravens fly

To lead us to ultimate truth

And the horns are sounding from afar

For Walkiesjar