I hear the plea
I hear the plea of North
I hear it breaks the heart
Of Northern dwellers
The ground is wet with mourning
And lips trembles with sadness
And our houses are no longer home to us
For Evils flows freely here
Swooping down into our lands
Full many a heart torn by sorrow
Of their not returning fathers and sons
And their mothers and daughters
For us dwellers in the land of death
The clock is ticking with the death of Mortals.