Over the sea and endless woods,
Through crimson sunset's light,
A lonely mountain, men in hoods,
Brown feathered sparrow - fresh aflight!

Towards the mountains foot they went,
Long processions form'd,
Blades shining, hearts to mend,
The mountain they had storm'd!

The foe beyond the stony gates,
Terrible was in his wrath,
Inside a deadly horde awaits,
Guards the only narrow path.

Ruthless, bravely they had fought,
For the liberation of their home,
Without a second thought,
Fading like the ocean's foam.

The battle had seemed lost,
Till Goren blew his horn,
Evil plans now they had cross'd,
With renewed vigor they were born.

The foe now trembled in his lair,
When Men had charg'd the door,
A punishment now coming, fair,
At its end the prolonged war.

Slain by Goren's mighty hand,
The foe now bloodied lies,
His life has come to end,
His corpse will feed the flies.

The mountain stands reclaimed,
And Goren rules as king,
Untold riches they had claim'd,
White flowers brought by spring.

The untamed woods around are still,
As sinister as ever,
The savage wolves they will,
Again come trodding hither!

And when war comes here once again,
Goren's folk will take up arms,
Surely, they won't waver then,
They'll protect their people's farms