The sun is down and my story begins,
Listen it well and open your ears,
The tale I’m singing is carved in the sand,
Painting the heroes of Ravenland.
Now I remember this man,
He crushes the skulls with the strength of his hands,
Now he is gone but he was not alone,
I sing for him all the way home,
Sing for him all the way home.
Dark clouds appear and cover all the plain,
Bring the driven snow and the heavy rain,
The tale I’m singing is carved in the stone,
Not just a medieval verse chronicle.
Now I remember this man,
He holds the power to control the flame,
Now he is gone but he was not alone,
I sing for him all the way home,
Sing for him all the way home.
The night has come and my story goes on,
In any place and in any season,
The tale I’m singing is carved on the wood,
Living and dying just where they stood.
Now I remember this man,
He could heal the wounds and the terrible pain,
Now he is gone but he was not alone,
I sing for him all the way home,
Sing for him all the way home.
The moon is high and my story’s over,
Finally they all get out from under,
The tale I’m singing has come to an end,
They’re gone the heroes of Ravenland.
Now I remember these men,
They crushed the skulls with the strength of their hands,
Now they are gone but they were not alone,
I sing for them all the way home,
Sing for them all the way home.