Monument covered in gray fog
 Engraved ancient signs
 Green light smolders
 Ancient wisdom resonates
 The message fo [bad word] released
 From the lost past and the future
 Smoldering with eternal life
 Bewitched ancient Atlanteans magic
 My hand touches the stone
 THe book of destiny reveals our fate

 Iron in the fog
 With the winter rime covered
 Eternally suspended in darkness
 Smolders and flickers waiting
 From the day of victory and glory
 When the White hand
 Embraces its heritage

 Voices, always heard
 Words, always spoken
 Fire, always set
 Blood, always shed
 [bad word] preserve the ancient tongue
 Carried with magical aura
 Eternally bound to the White hand
 Neither day nor night is their home

 Our forefather's voices ring in our ears
 Their message lost to the modern day
 Harbingers of lies
 Poisoned your mind
 Enslaved your heart
 Imprisoned your soul
 Gifts of falsehood became religion
 Emptiness became inspiration
 Brother, wake up, it is time!

 Monument shrouded in mist
 Gleams with ancient magic and power
 Stars fighten the black sky
 My voice and thoughts vanish in the void

 Before dawn breaks
 The stones will speak
 Revealing their secrets
 Awakened from our slumber
 White armies cross the bridge of eternity