Tumman Virran Taa (en inglés)

Tumman Virran Taa
Above the darkened woods, blackened ravens sing.
As flows the people's blood, to melt these frozen grounds.
See how glows the sky, how curve the heavens above us.
It beckons, calling us, to the lands beyond the Dark Stream.
Those weakened, to the Darkest of Streams shall drown.
And when heroes, those riverbanks will reach.
The sounds of singing, across eternity shall echo.
Calling our brothers, to journey, afar, beyond the Dark Stream.