The Downfallen

Out of the sea, the isle of kings

For those followers just and true

Sturdy captains of the spray

Beneath the great pillar's view

But wayward words can bewitch and bend

Forge an ignoble fate

Warp and deceive the purest of wills

Send a land to a watery grave

Cold wind and pouring rain

Smashes the beams as we fight the raging sea

Cold wind and pouring rain

Harries the sails as we flee the sacred isle

Fallen lords ever clinging to life

In chambers rich enshrined

Allegiance lent to malignant power

Black prayers and sacrifice

Lured to assail the undying lands

A voyage of ruinous doom

With sorry hearts the faithful fly

And a seed of the white tree's bloom

Fram ðǽm gréatan sǽ tó middangearde ic eom cumen

Hér ic wunie, and mín eaforan, oð worulde ende