Eternal Tears Of Sorrow

Mountains are quaking
On the soil of the Gods
Scene's covered by the silvery light
And the falling tears from the cope
Long lasting silence
Has now reached its end
It is time to listen to the ancient tune
From the Valley of Might and fells
Peal of the chariots
Pulled by ancient beasts
Crimson glow in their eyes
Heading for the divine fields
In the halls of Odin,
Blasts away the voice:
"It is time to raise a goblet,