Without Crown - Mörk Gryning

Spawned by the wind

We, who forever were meant to roam the fields

Fire in heart and soul

Hidden among the trees

He who marches is never seen

Upon his canopy throne

We speak the tongue of trees

And we listen to the wind

Magic still exists here

Our roots grow deep

While yours were cut centuries ago

Among caves and woods

Mountains and fields

Without crown, unchallenged of the wilderness we’r kings

Forever unbound, we ar the children of the wind

Death only to you we bend the knee

We shall ride the steppes of the Elysian Fields

We’ll set sail on the eternal sea

From the bonds we’ll be free

Hidden among the trees we strike from the shadows

Wind walkers they call us

Fear our name

In the twilight of our existence

Still our spears fly

My body will fall before my soul

Like the wind we’ll stay free

Like the wind eternally

We’ll ride the steppes of the Elysian Fields