On the faceless wind, calling my name
Soft, the mountain spirit echoes a distant
Shadow in the darkness of the twilight gods
Flashes of thunder that shake through walls
Where legends are born in the shade of a storm
Suddenly I heard the prey calling me back from its slay
Follow the glorious trail their forefather once
Stood and the dead feels the disco stone, the final
Reap where dreams turn into nightmares of eyes
Flashes of thunder that shake through walls
Where legends are born in the shade of a storm
Miska, all mighty voice rise
Towers of fire light high in the sky
Miska, all mighty voice rise
Towers of fire light high in the sky
When the last hunter will be gone and the legend
Of the valley of ghosts forever will be forlorn
The shout remain as eternal symbol of
The time when men were close to the gods
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