The Warrior - Orphaned Land

And there, from infernal depths and life of slavery

From the scheming of the poisoned tree

The warrior returned and rose

With his heart’s might and faith’s conviction

He swore to be an orphan nevermore

And from this day onwards he shall be a blessing — illumination to this world

You see it clearly now — you are the one

Your destiny, your will be done

Like clay you shape your own reality

You paint your own moon, stars and sun

This is the time in which you must decide

In servitude or life of pride

Thy name shall be henceforth ORwarriOR

And to the very few — Lochem ha’or

El Norra guide the ones who stand alone

The ones to be, the once before

You are the guiding path, ORwarriOR

The one foretold in days of yore

A shield against the Raging of the storm

A blade of truth forevermore