Ystyr

Tide the land with mustard warrior
Substance of the black tide
Ready to conquer the whole world
Ready to distribute action
Also laid the nearest earth above
Absorbed and crashing every wave of tide
The tide that lies soaking every life
All what buried in fire
All what hidden in dust
Thousands of red eyes emerge
Searching for blood and souls forsaken
Out capture the world forgotten
Seeds of the taste for the art of nature
Bleed forever the land turned in dark
Shaping beauty out of gloom
We warm our sacred land in Eden
In steel and blood
I become a mountain reigning over deep green valley
An elegant stronghold of rock and relief
Thunder struck from the highest peak
Crushed steel and full packed with patience
Tide changed will conquer us
But this steel will live evermore