Once in a plain, a warrior bleeding
Fell to the ground under the skies
Dreams he had such as visions
The Gods showed him such a dark horizon
His folk and his land would fall into the night
So with tears in his eyes, he carved some Runes
Guided by the wisdom of his ancestry
He carved the old myths and the memory of heroes
Once in a plain, some pagan warriors
Face to the darkness surrounding their age
Found the Runic Stone
still standing mighty
And just by being near it
They felt all the wisdom from all their ancestry
They took their swords and hailed the Gods
"Oh, the light will come back for our folk
Oh, Mother Nature will reborn glorious"
They all raised their horns near the stone
Hailing their ancestors who gave them this heritage